Skinny.

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         The rest of the day went as usual. I sat in the family room, alone. I read a few articles, but stopped as I got a text from Antonio. 

'Hey baby, You miss me?'

'Yeah. How's work?'

'Good, I guess, I mean that is if you think my friends showing up randomly is good?'

I laughed slightly 'I am so sorry for you..'

'I've gotta go, Gil and Francis are being putas.'

        'Alright, love you.' I put my phone down, sighing softly. My mind began to wander off into the dark days of my past. The mafia, My depression being at its worst, almost dying,  and my brother, Feliciano figuring out . 

           That day was the day I saw my baby brother cry. I didn't like to see him cry. I understand why he was crying, though. He had just walked in on me. I was laying on the floor, sobbing loudly, my wrists were bleeding. I had collapsed. He ran to me. 

   I was ripped out of my thoughts as I felt a tightening in my chest. It was getting hard to breathe. I was gasping for air, struggling to breathe. I needed help. I needed help now. I shakily grabbed my phone and tried to text someone. Anyone. I didn't even care if it was potato bastard. I just needed help. I texted a jumbled version of 'Help' to the first contact I opened. I blacked out quickly afterwards.