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Untitled~ Chapter 2 Lining both of his arms were cuts. Small,

Untitled~ Chapter 2

Lining both of his arms were cuts. Small, large, old, new. How could I not have known? What was wrong with me? I was a terrible big sister, an altogether bad person.

As if reading my mind he said, "It's not your fault Liz. If anything, you were the only one stopping me from completely killing myself." At his words I broke down.

With tears streaming down my face I asked, "Why? Jazzy, look at me. Tell me why."

"I-I don't know. I just need to feel something. It's like I'm numb. When Grandma died...I just couldn't feel anything anymore. I couldn't take it. I'm sorry.." Jazz and Grandma were close. More than close. They were together almost all the time. He was always spending the night over there, sometimes longer. They shared a connection. A bond so strong that it ripped Jazz apart when she died. Only, no one noticed how much it really hurt him. Not even his big sister.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how much you missed her. I guess I just thought..." I trailed off lost in thought.

"Thought I was stronger? Thought I would never resort to this?" He nodded pointedly at his arm.

"..No, Jazz. I didn't mean it like that at all..."

"Yeah. I know. Sorry. I'm just a little..You know."

"Yeah..I know."

"Lizzy?"

"Hm?"

"Can you help me? Please?" His voice cracked and he had to whisper the last word.

"Of course. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything to help." I didn't miss a beat.

"I don't know..Maybe therapy? Or something?"

"How about group therapy? They have other kids there who are going through the same thing. So you can all help each other get better."

"Yeah," He smiled, "I'd like that."

"Okay. I'll see what I can do." I said smiling too. With that I touched his arm lightly and left his room, going into mine instead. I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in a pillow. I cried for hours, missing dinner. Then I did the unthinkable, I went to the bathroom and took a razor. After cutting apart the plastic to get to the blade I put it against my skin. And I cut. Joining my brother. We now shared the same secret. The secret of self-harm.

I still need a title so ideas are still welcome.(: Comment what you think. :D