Dear Cain,
I want to die.
I hate my family.
My brother came back.
I hate him.
My dad came to get me.
I locked my self in my room.
I was about to paint my wrist.
But then I thought of you.
Then I forgot.
The pain.
The sorrow.
I lost the urge to paint my wrist.
Then I remebered our memories.
The love.
The fun.
Then my dad left.
My brother left.
For good.
Maybe everything will be okay.
You are my new family.
Because in the end you will make everything okay.
