The Fire Family - 911 Lone Star Fanfic

Coping

Yn's pov:

It's been a while.. I really hope he didn't.. no.. please don't give in, Tk.. I can't do this alone.. I can't.. Tk walks back in with a bag. "Whats that?" I ask. "Sketchbooks. Drawing really helps when you can't get your feelings out," he says, putting them on the table. "Thank you," I say with a smile. I open one. "Oh shoot, that's one I've used," he says panicked. He grabs it. "Hey, it's okay," I say with a smile. I pick up the pencil. I wince in pain. I start to draw. I eventually start crying. Tk is on the couch doing his own drawing. He's in a zone. When I draw, I get into a zone, too. I also have headphones on. I fall asleep.

Tk's pov:

I notice that yn has fallen asleep. I look down at my messy sketchbook. It feels better now that I got it out... I see it helped yn.. she hasn't slept like that in a while.. my dad walks in, and I shush him.. he nods and walks to me. He sits next to me. He looks at something. I follow his gaze. My sketchbook. I frantically close it, panicking. He looks at yn and sees she has one too. I look down. I'm so mad that he saw it.. he grabs my hand. "I'm not going to say anything. It's your way of coping, and it's healthy. That's what matters," he whispers. I hug him. "I love you, dad," I whisper. "I love you too, son," he says.

Yn's pov again:

I wake up feeling so refreshed. I haven't slept that good in.. since she was alive.. I look over and see Tk sleeping in Owen's lap, who is also sleeping. I rub my eyes. I look to the door, and Carlos is standing there. "There's a chair for a reason," I whisper. He sits down. I close my sketchbook and sigh. "I have to go to court, don't I?" I ask quietly. He nods. "You won't be alone, though," he assures me.