Glass Hearts (Austin Carlile)

                “You can’t be serious. You’re home for an hour and you are already emotional. What’s wrong with you? Im starting to wonder if we should send you to a mental hospital!” My mother angrily said to me. My eyes threatened to unleash a steady flow of tears, but I have fortunately mastered holding them back. My feet gently padded against the floor, taking me away from that room. I ended up in my bedroom, sitting crisscrossed on my bed, the usual.

                Today was the day that my brother Aaron was supposed to get home from touring with Of Mice And Men. I didn’t really see Aaron that much before he went on tour anyways, so I wasn’t heartbroken when he left. He was always too busy with his little garage bands that he would occasionally become a part of- and of course those little bands would break up. He was also always very interested in girls. He would spend weekends with his various girlfriends. I did, however, know that he cared about me. Aaron had always been very protective over me. It was like it was his job to watch over me and keep me out of trouble. Sometimes it was nice to have someone who actually cared for me, somebody who knew all of my secrets – and I mean ALL of them. He knew the reasons behind the scars on my arms, the burns on my thighs, the slashes on my stomach. He knew it all. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so protective over me. Because he knew how deadly I was to myself, and he knew that if anyone was to hurt me, that I wouldn’t stop them. I would probably even help  them.

                My heart raced. Aaron was coming home today , and he was bring the band with him. Today. Usually that wouldn’t be a problem. Most people would be happy to have their brother- who has been gone for months to come back home. And trust me, it wasn’t that I wasn’t happy, but I was scared. I was scared of what he would say. There were fresh cuts on my stomach. He had helped me for so long, he had called me every night that he was away. He had tried to make sure that something like this wouldn’t happen, but it did. And I regretted it.

                “Hanah!” I heard a scream from down stairs. It was Aaron. He was home. I panicked. Slowly, I got off the bed, my breaths quickening, my heart racing. I opened by bedroom door, and slowly walked down the stairs to see Aaron and four other men standing there.

                “Aaron. I’ve missed you. A lot.” I said, walking up to him and giving him a very gentle side hug, trying to avoid the cuts on my stomach. Aaron pulled me in closer, and hit one of my cuts against him. He whispered in my ear.

                “We’re going to have a talk later.” He said. He caught me. He gently released me, and gave me a look that killed my conscious. It was somewhere between  whythefuckdidyoudothatithoughtthatyoustopped and imsosorrythatiletyoudothat . The room got silent and grew awkward for a minuet, before Aaron introduced the men.

                “Hanah, these are the boys that I’ve been touring with. There is Tino, Allan, Phil, and Austin, the unusually tall one.” Aaron said. I gave a short smile to the guys.

                “Guys, this is my sister Hanah, who is utterly and completely absolutely off limits. Got that?” He said. My cheeks blushed- which they did often, I couldn’t really stop them. All of the guys nodded.

                “Well it was nice meeting y’all. Im going to go back to my room now and do some… homework.” I said. Aaron looked at me before I walked away, giving me the look.

                AARON’S POV

                After Hanah had went upstairs, I sat the boys down on the couch.

                “Ok, I know I already said this once, but I’m going to say it again. My sister is OFF LIMITS. And when I say that I mean no flirting, not dating, no kissing, no sex, nothing. Okay?” I said. All of the boys nodded.