Twins

Giving Up

They were now in middle school and thing for Raina were looking good again she was becoming happy once more but Rafe was being forgotten. She didn't even look at him no more she was happy which made it a little better but she was ignoring him as if he didn't even exist anymore so to get away he spent more time in his room. He started having panic attacks from the thought of her leaving him and it only got worse when she would go out and hangout with friends till ten. He could never stop them till he dug his nails into his skin so hard one time he started to bleed after he felt the pain he seemed to relax. Things had seemed to switch Rafe was the one always gloomy and in his room doing thing to keep him from having panic attacks which ment punching walls and scratching at his skin with his pocket knife. Raina on the other hand was becoming more happy having friends she could lean on and trust and wasn't that worryed about Rafe. They had gone there separate ways.  Rafe was dying on the in side and no one seemed to care. Life continued getting worse and worse bit he would feel alittle better when raina would come home from school witha huge smile on her face.  Years past and that was the only thing thay kept him going till one night a few weeks from their 16th birthday.  Raina was excited that they would be 16 soon, rafe look like he would rather be in his room, and their parents were obvious to it like always. But theyhad been paying attention to raina so they asked why she was so excited raina then jumped up out of her seat and said " i cant wait till i turn 18 so i can move and travel!!!!".

Rafe's P.O.V.
What she's leaving. Why even live if she just going to leave me like everyone else. I got up and walked to my room no one seemed to notice like always. Once i got up their i laid down in bed to think which is never a good thing.  My lights were off and my room was pitch black juat the way i like it.  I sat there and thought of maybe some reason to stay but it all came back to if she wasnt going to here  neither was i.  So i decide what i was going ro do. I got up and looked at the clock it was 12:38 just past midnight. I knew everyone was asleep so i went into my closet and grabbed he knife my dad had goten me for my 13th birthday. I looked at it it still looked brand new.  I took it and ran it against my inner arm it hurt but mot as bad as the pain that the thought of being alone brought. I did it again and again till my left arm was coved in blood and my vision started to blur the floor rushed up to me and everything went black. My last thought was that i would be happier this way.