Siren's POV
When I first met Tony, he was referred to as 'the loner'. At first, I'd just look at him from across the lunch hall, watching as he played his guitar. I don't know what happened, but after a while, I decided to go and talk to him. He didn't talk much, so I did it the next day, and the next. It went on like this until I wouldn't even consider sitting with my friends, I'd just go and sit with Tony. We started sitting together in lessons, doing projects together, hanging out after school.

We just became really close friends, and until one day, I didn't know how really happy I was that I went to talk to him. "Before you went to talk to me that first time, I wanted to die. I don't want to die anymore." He told me. What he had said, made my heart break. It broke my heart to know that he wanted to die. Because I wanted to die too.

I know that Tony would never put a blade to his wrist, but I would. Tony never questioned the fact that I always wore long sleeves, or shorts, or a bikini when we went to the beach or something like that. I was happy that he didn't ask, because I suck at cover stories. How he found out about it though, is another story.
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"Tony..." I frowned. He put his guitar down next to him and looked down at his hands. "I don't know what tod do anymore. I keep trying to fight it off. I can't." His voice sounded so drained. It didn't sound like the Tony I knew, it sounded like the teenage Tony I first met. I placed my hand on his and interwined our fingers. I didn't know why, but whenever I did something like that, my stomach flipped a little.

"Tony, you have to stay strong." I told him. "It's gonna be okay." I smiled weakly. He looked up and frowned. "An amazing friend told me that so many times, and I believe him." I continued as I wiped the stray tears that fell from his eyes. It broke my heart to see him cry, because now I knew what he feels when I hurt myself.

Tony nodded and smiled weakly. "Now then, how about we go to that party Austin's throwing tonight? Just to get your mind off things?" I suggested, nugding his shoulder a little. "So you can drink until you need your stomach pumped for the hundredth time? I don't think so Siren." Tony shook his head. To be honest, Tony was kind of right on that one. When you get me drunk I'll just keep drinking until I pass out or as Tony put it, need to get my stomach pumped.

"I won't drink that much, I promise. C'mon." I pleaded, throwing my best puppy dog face. There was a few seconds of silence between us until Tony finally gave in. "What time's the party?" He rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling me up with him."It's starts at 9. We have two hours to get ready." I squealed in happiness. I haven't been to a party for a while, so of course I would be happy that I could talk to my friends.

"No exposing dresses!" Tony called out as I ran out of his room and into my own, rolling my eyes. Sometimes he would act like he was my dad. He had to meet every guy I wanted to date, I could wear any short dresses when I went on dates or out for parties. It was annoying, but I loved that he cared so much.

"Okay!" I replied, opening my wardrobe and sighed. "Well okay then.."
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"Siren! Let's go!" Tony called from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm coming!" I picked up my phone and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a black, strapless dress that reached mid-thigh. I'd curled my hair and only out on some eyeliner and mascara. To be honest, I didn't even look that bad. I grabbed my phone and skipped down the stairs. Tony was leant against the front door, messing around with his phone. "We can go now." I smiled as I put on my Iron Fist slip-ons. Tony looked up from his phone and smiled. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks," I blushed, looking down at the phone in my hands, "let's go."

Notes

~the more you know~
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