**THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES SELF HARM**
Hands gripped tighly over a pair of scissors, knuckles going white.
His finger shook, but the feelings rushed about in his head.
Swelling up inside his chest.
He needed to get it out. He needed to get it out so her could breath properly again- he'd get rid of the frustration and the pain. The memories.
He could cut the memories away from his body- he wouldnt have to remember anymore.
He brought the scissors closer to his forearm, pressing the cold metal onto the delicate skin near the wrist. He pressed down, feeling a gentle pain that was like a bruise.
He dragged the scissors across, pain seeped through his arm, and the pink line that the metal had left glowed red and then started to bleed, crimson.
He felt a little better- pain calmed him, letting him think clearly. There were still the thoughts of what had happened, the memories that flooded his mind.
He repeated the familiar motion, going over an old, pale pink scar, throwing the scissors down on the bed and flexing his fingers. He started to pick at the new wound, pulling at the edges of raw skin, pain enlightening his arm. Fire, he thought, it feels like it's on fire.
Blood coated his fingers like a thin film of paint.
He was bleeding away the pain and the memories. He felt so pathetic.
Pathetic!
He'd let his life and thoughts be controlled by something that had happened years ago, why couldn't he forget?!
"Iyden?Iyden?! You in there, buddy?"
Oh shit. Iyden thought.
He was in trouble.
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Dear Brother
Short StoryLife is full of struggles. Haydrian, a student, lives with his younger brother Iyden to protect him from the world's worries and fears. Something happened to Iyden, and he can not talk about it, but it is etched onto his fragile memory. Living alone...
