I waited till I heard his car drive off before I left the door. Bennie's following close behind me, as I walked, he's waiting for his daily treat that he gets when I get home. I continued to walk until I was standing in front of the cupboard that held his yum yums.

"Okay Bennie, which one do you want today?" I asked as backed away from the cupboard letting Bennie choose his snack. I watched just like everyday as he grabbed the bag he wanted, which was always different, and placed it in front of my feet. "Okay here you go boy" I said as I pulled the treat out of the bag. After placing the bag back in the cupboard, Bennie and I walked back to my room.

 Everyday we would just lounge out on my bed listening to all kinds of music. Bennie would be in heaven as he ate his treat and I. I was in hell, this was the time my mind would wander most. I hated how my mind was programmed to spit all the negativity at me first. It always got tiring. Hearing over and over again on how its my fault, if I wound have been better, and etcetera.

"Bennie. What am I going to do?" I asked over the music. I looked over to see him staring at me as he chewed on his bone. "You have no advice?" I asked as I stared into his eyes that where a deep brown with gold. "Well what a good therapist you are." I said as I sighed, closing my eyes. Look at me I'm talking to my dog and better yet I'm asking him for advice.

Maybe I can start on homework? Yeah that sounds better than sinking into my negative thoughts. I looked around for my bag expecting it to be sitting on the chair next to my desk, but its not there. I looked around again trying to think where I would have put it.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as I flung back on my bed. Now what was I going to do? My bad was in Clyd car or in their house. It must have feel off my shoulder when I fell and either Clark or Clyd picked it up.  There was no way I was going to go back out side and try to find there house. I'll get lost again and end up dying of hypothermia. Wait. That might not be such a bad idea...

No. Blake would be so hurt if you died so recklessly. He would blame himself for not being here to drive you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He wouldn't fight to survive over there if he felt it was his fault.

He was the reason I kept going, the reason why I didn't let the fear kill me, and the reason why I have a safer place. I cant do that to him. He is the only family member that truly cares about my well being. He is like a father, except way better than my biological who didn't care that I showed up home with a black eye. Blake had showed up later that day and say my eye and started to freak out . Blake asked my dad why he wasn't doing anything and he said "I don't have the time to deal with Skylar and her mishaps. I have how many other kids to look after" I was 9. I saw it in Blake's eyes as he decided he was going to save me. When I turned ten that's when he saved me, or I thought he had saved me. He had heard about my injuries and swooped in to rescue me.

To bad he only saved me for a little bit, since the monster or should I say Henry always comes back.

He comes back angrier, stronger, and meaner.