I haven't come out of my room in days. I almost did it. I almost killed myself. But I owe you a whole explanation. I owe you the truth. I owe you these notes. I owe you another brother too. One that's not crazy. I owe you so many things, and I can give you nothing. I can give you these notes, but what will it accomplish. Will it only make you cry?
I put the note down. Three...
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The Funeral
Teen FictionMy brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his...
