Ike leaves the house.

I'm not really that mad at Zac. I can't explain why. Maybe its necause I split his forehead open, maybe its because I knocked him out, maybe I'm just numb, but whatever it is... I'm just not mad at Zac. I guess its most probably because he is my brother and one of my best friends. We are blood. Thinking of us being blood related, I look down at my hand, it has dried blood on it. I pull off the road, and I lay my head softly on to the handle bars. Before I know what is happening, hot, salty tears escape my eyes. I think about Laurie. I know I haven't lost much, she was simply to help me prove to myself that I am not completely unlovable. An attempt which has failed. Miserably. I wonder how my little brother is. I regret hitting him as hard as I did, as it is not his fault that girls like him....I just wish that I had people looking at me like that. A chill runs down my spine, and I let myself cry. From somewhere far away, memories flash back to me. Zac being a baby. Tay and my own fascination flows back to me. I remember Zac's first step. I was watching mum with him, and he just let go of her, ran over to me, and stole my crayon. I remember when Zac and I fought and Taylor would tell us to shutup. For some reason, we've always had a conflict between us. We love each other, and we work well together, but we always are the two fighting if there is a fight. I guess it's that he doesn't always know when to stop. I glance in my rear view mirror and see a semi behind me. After the semi, I pull out. I've got something to do.