[ 01 ] Let's Lay In The Wake of Destruction [ Brian Puspos ]

I watched him as he fell over the edge. His body free falling through the warm air before hitting the ground with a sound that'll be with me for the rest of my life. I couldn't look away even though there was blood pooling out around him, his eyes rolling back before disappearing in his head.

I nearly flew off the edge after him, trying to stop him, but it was already too late. He had commited suicide right before my eyes and there was no way in hell that I'd ever forget that. My twin brother had taken his own life in front of me.

And now as I sit on the bed in my assigned room, I can't help but think about how I got here. What caused me to be admitted into a room with no windows and the only way out was through the door - that locked from the outside. A room where all I could do was remember things. Things I truly wanted to forget. Things that caused me to have nightmares every night since that afternoon - which has four months ago.

The reason why I was in here was because I had tried to go with him - I tried to take my own life as well. Not because I was depressed, because I was so tired of seeing the looks of pity and sorrow everywhere I turned. Everywhere I went people kept whispering behind my back about that night.

I tried to kill myself in a way that left scars on my torso. I found a razor blade in one of my Mother's drawers and took it into my bathroom. I locked the door, took my shirt off and looked myself in the mirror as the blade sliced across the skin above my hips. I watched in amazement as the blood oozed from the shallow cuts. Then my hands went back over them, making them deeper and deeper until I could see my hip bone on both sides of my body.

I felt tears fill my eyes as flashbacks start filling my brain, causing me to grip onto the blade in my hand even tighter. Biting my lip I started to slice my abdomen all over - causing more scars to appear. Suddenly, a hand caught mine in a tight grasp. I looked up to see my bestfriend, Brian Puspos.

His brown eyes held so much pain that I dropped the blade in my hand as I fell to my knees - sobbing loudly as Brian pressed my discarded tee shirt against my wounds. His strong hands ripped the shirt into many pieces and pressed them against my body because of the amount of blood I was losing in different places.

"God, why did you do this, Charlie? How could you do this?" he questioned as he continued to press against the deeper wounds as I heard the wailing of sirens getting closer and closer.

I let a bloody hand brush against his cheek as I felt darkness slip into me. I let my trembling lips whisper, "I'm so sorry."

Before darkness consumed my fully. I thought I had finally gotten what I wanted, but then I woke up in this room and I haven't left since. I never went on walks when I was asked if I wanted to because I was afraid of seeing something that reminded me of my brother.

"Are you dressed Charlotte?" my regular nurse asked as she peeked her head inside the door.

My eyes stayed glued to the wall infront of me as I slowly nodded. I let my fingers run over the pair of sweatpants I was given to wear, they were a deep blue color. The baggy tanktop I wore was white and the camisole underneath was black. I hopped off of the bed and clenched my eyebrows when I felt something covering my feet instead of just socks - they were shoes.

I followed her out of my room, down a series of long hallways before we emerged in the large lobby at the front of the building. I didn't know who was coming to take me home, but I knew it had to be someone I trusted.

"Charlie?" a surprised voice asked from my left. I looked to see a slightly tanned man with black hair that was underneath a green beanie looking at me like I was his long lost sister. He saw my confusion, "It's me. It's Brian."