So, its been about a year since this happened...
I came out of the shower late last night to hear my brother
sobbing. I ran downstairs and saw him lying in the corner of the
kitchen with a knife pointed towards his belly. I sprinted
towards him and pulled the knife out of his hands, shaking. I
pulled him towards me into a hug and we sat there for three hours
like that, talking. He kept saying that he felt dead inside and
he didn't want to sleep because that would bring tomorrow. He
just wanted it to end... I just told him I love him so much and I
need him here. We sat there and cried together...
I've never been so scared in my life.
I love you Brett ♥
so much... don't you ever forget that. I would miss you so
much if you were'nt here. I need you...
Imagine me coming downstairs in the morning, screaming and
running towards his bloody body...