My Foster Brother

Pt. 34

Anders

"What are you doing?" Tyler asks.

He walked in when I had a pile of shit I used in the past to possibly commit suicide on my bed. All that is the past, so I can get rid of it now.

Despite that, am I still a depressed person? Yes, yes I am. Am I happy to be in a place where people care and are doing what they can to help? Yes. I'm happy with Zach, the most I've ever felt.

"Uhh..." I say.

He looked at what was in the pile and he had a change in emotion. He looked like a mix between sad and worried.

"Anders.." Tyler says.

"What?" I ask. "That is all getting thrown out." I reply.

"At least your depression is in the past." Tyler says.

"No, me trying to die is in the past. Depression is not." I say.

"I..knew that." Tyler says.

I just roll my eyes as I go to dump everything out. Now, where is Zach? Where could he possibly be?

"You seen Zach anywhere?" I ask.

"He's downstairs." Matt says. "Also, yesterday.." Matt says smirking.

"Y-you saw us!?!?" I exclaim.

"Yep. We also saw you actually have sex once, so.." Tyler replies.

"Who's the top?" Matt asks.

"Matt!" Tyler says.

"Neither. We're both versatile." I reply.

I go downstairs. Zach and Danny were on the Xbox playing some game. Did I mention how much it sucked just to move around? However, I wasn't about to do what happened last time and just not do anything even if I shouldn't.

"Wanna play?" Zach asks when he sees me handing me my controller.

"I guess." I say hesitantly.

Ya know, things have changed a lot from when I first got here to now, for me and in general. Don't get what I mean? Well, I'm gonna explain.

Before I came to Matt and Tyler's, I was exposed to smoking and alcohol which caused me to start smoking at merely 12. Now, I've "quit." I still do it but I'm hiding it from everyone.

I used to be a major troublemaker in schools and in the foster homes, here not so much. Yes, I'm still a troublemaker and get into trouble daily, but it's gone down since I first got here.

Let's talk my depression. 7 years old, I became mute. I stopped talking to anyone unless I had to. 8 years old, I became depressed. Like actually depressed and if kept getting worse every year...until Tyler and Matt took me in. And let's just say ever since the car accident, I barely talk again unless it's in the premise of this house. Actually, I haven't been in school much since that accident, so...

Tyler

"Is it just me or is Anders a bit more quiet lately?" I ask.

"Not just you. I think everything that's happened to him is part or is the reason behind it." Matt says.

"Do we bother sending him to school a few days before break?" I ask.

"I really don't think we should. Zach needs to go back, though. He can't spend another week out of school." Matt replies.

"Yes, but he's going to get there and immediately suspended if his first instinct is to find who did this to Anders and get into a fight.. And with Anders still depressed...who knows what'll happen when he goes back in January. I'm talking both mid-term wise and in general." I say.