(Lillian’s P.O.V.)

I wake up on the floor wondering what happened. I reach for my phone and call my brother. I groan and stammer "S-Scott?" He says "Lillian, why are you calling me?" I say "I just wanted to taking to you." 

I wince and gasp slightly into the phone at my knuckles opening. He says "Lillian, what did you do?" I say "I slightly may have punched a wall harshly and my knuckles slightly split open and started to bleed." He yells "Lillian!" I wince at his screaming and begin crying. 

I've managed to become sensitive to people yelling at me. His voice softens as he remembers my sensitivity to being yelled at as he says "Lillian, are you okay? I'm sorry I yelled." My voice muffles as I say "I'm not okay, I'm not." My brother, Noah Scott, has been my rock, he's been my best friend through everything. 

He says quietly "What happened baby sis?" I say "R-Ry.." His voice gets slightly stern as he says "What about him?" 

My voice cracks as I stammer "H-He's back. He's my artist, my assigned artist. He's working with me."