EVERLASTING✔

This Is A Serious Issue And I'm Sorry If This Triggers You*

On Sunday, I finally have time to myself to do whatever I wanted, unfortunately, that included catching up on some homework for my English and art class. After preparing everything I begin doing everything I needed to, halfway into my study session Liam bursts into my room.

"Have you heard of knocking!?" I yell at him, dropping my pen on my desk.

"Shut up, mum wants to talk to you," he tells me then leaves, holy shit.

Since mum is usually in a different time zone to us almost all of the time, especially when she's on a world tour, it's hard to find time to speak with her. Usually, once everyone one to two months she calls when she has time and we all get the opportunity to talk.

Dad talks to her more often than the rest of us, he texts her every few days and gives her updates on what's happening at home with all of us, she always knows what's happening.

I super-speed downstairs, missing a few steps, and into the kitchen where the laptop is sitting. Dad laughs at me and moves out of the seat so I can talk to mum, I take a seat and burst into a huge smile when I see her.

"Hi mum," I almost sob, tears forming in my eyes as well as hers.

Mum is the oddball within the family, all three of us kids acquired more of dads looks than mum. Her skin is tan compared to our pale skin, she has dark brown eyes compared to our blue ones, the only thing that really looks similar between us is our hair colour, hers is a chocolate brown and mine is more of a light brown.

"Hey sweetheart, how have you been?" she asks, people moving in the background behind her.

"It's pretty good, I'm presuming dad told you about Derek?" I ask, lying about the X situation, I don't think I need to make mum worry about it and come home.

"He did, I always knew you two were meant to be," she beams, and I giggle.

"He's great, I'm glad we could put what happened three years ago behind us," I smile, I really am glad that my family has managed to put that fight behind them, I hope Derek's parents could do the same. Derek wants me to come over next weekend anyway so that should be fun.

Mum and I speak for around half an hour before she asks for Andy, who is probably in his room. "I'll grab him," I tell her, running off to get him.

When I get upstairs to Andy's room, his door is ajar which is odd for him. "Andy?" I call his name whole standing at his door.

I get no answer so I open his door expecting to find him at his desk with his music blasting, but he's not. His room is spotless and clean, his bed is made, all his clothes are put away and the curtains are even open.

That is odd. "Andy?" I call him again but no response, a sinking feeling of dread is filling my stomach.

I spot a letter sitting on his pillow, Andy's handwriting on the envelope. I pick it up and it's just addressed as 'Dear Family'. My hands are starting to shake as I cautiously open the envelope and pull out a one-page note.

I unfold it and start reading what Andy's handwriting has written upon it, as I do, tears brim my eyes and panic fills my body. Oh no...

To my family,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry what I'm going to put you through. I'm sorry I couldn't be the perfect son I was meant to be. I'm sorry to leave you with this pain but trust me, the pain I felt has been much worse.

I made sure none of you would find out about the pain I inflicted upon myself because I know the pain that would have brought you all. Trust me, I tried to get better but it never worked, I fell this was the only way to truly stop hurting.