If We're Fucked Up, You're To Blame

I miss my brother

SKYLAR'S POV:

I sighed, wishing I could talk to Alex about what happened.

I know I could get him to open up to me, but it was hard because I couldn't tell him that I already knew about the "situation."

Of course I knew. I couldn't miss out on a single detail with their doors so close. 

No, it wasn't a complete shocker.

The two had been even closer than my girlfriend and I. It was bound to happen, but Alex didn't take care of it right...which was unusual. Alex had always been good with things like this.

Alex used to always check in with me, to make sure I was okay. And he was always so well with words, and could always fix problems, but there was something wrong now. 

I missed my brother.

Its even harder knowing how sad he would be once he found out I'm still doing this, I thought, tracing my fingers over the scars on my wrists.

I knew what I was doing was stupid, but something about it was...appealing. It hurt Alex though, so I was trying to stop before he found out.