Red Like Roses (A Madness Combat Oc Story)

2 Hours Of Silence

Axar's pov:

Another morning, I woke up in sweat, feeling sick. I sigh, getting out of bed and thinking about what to make for breakfast. When I start walking to the bathroom I look at the clock on my hallway, 7:22 am. It wasn't too pleasant cause I knew I slept at 2 am or so. I wash my face, brush my teeth and walk to the kitchen. I started thinking about what to have for breakfast, and I came to the conclusion that, hell I wasn't creative. Finally I decided to make cereal with milk, it was easy and since I felt fatigued I decided it would be the best option. Milk, cereal and two spoons, the cereal box was almost empty. I put the bowls on the table. Sighing again, I knock Acre's room door

"Breakfast is on the table, in case you want to eat"

After speaking, I decided to wait at the table while slowly eating. Minutes went by, the house was completely silent. My mind still was focused on the incident and those horrible images. I had to stop thinking about it, it would take away my apetite. There should be anything I could focus on that didn't include any tragic event. Maybe... Edgar? He called me yesterday. I hate him going through all this, it really must be difficult. It was nice hearing him again and it really helped me feel at least a bit better.
This was strange now, my brother usually comes out of his room some minutes later after I call him. Maybe he didn't hear me? I don't think so, but I anyways stood up and knocked his door again

"Acre? You feel alright?"

No reply, complete silence

"I'll enter, Okay?"

Slowly, I open the door and peek inside. And what I saw, just left me breathless and made my heart rate accelerate. My body started to shake, tears took sometime to form in my eyes. I was frozen, in complete shock.

He was hanging from a noose

"B-brother?.."

His lifeless expression made me feel even worse, I felt like... this was my fault

"Acre... no... You would never do something like this, Right?"

Complete silence. Still shocked and somehow afraid to face that this may be the truth, I gently touched his hand. He was indeed cold

"Fuck... A-Acre..."

I sobbed sharply, fell on my knees and started crying

"No, brother please, please don't tell me you..."

He's dead Axar. Face it. It's your fault

But he had a life, arguably better than mine. Didn't he have a girlfriend? A better job? A...

Father

Crap... Why didn't I assume something like this was going to happen? I thought my brother could go through this when I couldn't but I was wrong

"I'm an idiot"

You're still not sorry

"What will I do now?.. What am I supposed to do without him? He means a lot to me"

Slowly, I stood up, trying my hardest not to look at him again. I looked at an ottoman next to his bed, he always used to put stuff there. There was indeed a letter. With my trembling hand, I gently took it and read

I'm sorry for this Axar. In case you think it is, it's not your fault. My life fell apart slowly this year and I felt unable to fix it. I know, doing this does not improve anything. It only gives me a break.
You know i'm not strong. My friends weren't as good as I thought, which just made it worse cause I should never expect something from people. My girlfriend left me sometime ago, I think I never told you, but I didn't feel any good and my friends weren't helping. They used me as someone who could listen at them vent, but I was never allowed to talk about my problems. I lost my job cause I was accused of doing something horrible I never did. Then when you came home and I heard the shot, I already knew I was going to end up like this.