EDITING - Door To The Supernatural. Boyxboy.

Older Brother.

Chapter 1.

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( ✎ Has A Dream ✎ )

*** Spencer's P.O.V ***

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"What's worse than failure? Succeeding at something that doesn't matter."

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"Spencer?" My older brother of two years yelled from the other side of my closed, locked oak bedroom door, "open up! He's gone out! You don't need to worry. It's safe."

I sighed before moving the papers that had been collected on my lap and were scattered about my neatly made four poster bed. I got out of my bed sulkily and went over to my door, unlocking it and drawing it back to show me the red faced mess of Reece.

He'd been standing there for a good ten minutes yelling and banging on my door to get my attention. I hadn't heard for the first five. My music had been too loud.

"What is it you want?" I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today, I followed Reece as he motioned for me to with a motion of his head and he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. All we found was a mess.

My step-dad had obviously been here trying to make food while being drunk. There was rashes of food and beer bottles scattered around the floors and counter tops. He always called on me when he was too drunk to make him food, so I was surprised he hadn't this time. Maybe he felt like experimenting.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said softly, it startled me enough to look up at him from the ground, "you aren't doing anything stupid up there on your own now are you?"

Usually when it came to trying to communicate with Reece, it didn't work. He was demanding and always wanted his way rather than listening to reason.

My breathing picked up suddenly and I unconsciously tugged down the sleeves of my favourite jumper so they covered my wrists. I mumbled a quiet 'fine.'

"Spencer," Reece said firmly now,  squinting his eyes at me, "what are you hiding?" I saw his blue eyes flicker from my own eyes to my hidden wrist and back again.

He made his way slowly over to me, walking around the counter to me. He tugged my hands away from my jumper, keeping his hand firmly on my shoulder, stopping me from running away before pulling the sleeves up.

The look on my brothers face as he saw, the only person I had been close to for years, was... He was looking at me, the most disappointed look that I'd ever seen before.

The sadness, anger, disappointment. They flashed across his eyes all at one and finally settled on sadness. They were all emotions that I never wished to see on anyone's face, let alone one that I loved, let alone Reece's. It was like a punch to the gut seeing his face that way.

He looked down at my wrist to see the gauze that I'd only just put on it tightly wrapped around the scared flesh, splashes of red already littered the freshly white colour. They ranged from my inner elbow to my wrist, showing the new scars to be.

As Reece took the gauze off slowly it showed him more of my arm, it exposed to him all of the scars, they were all different shapes and sizes and they all came into view. The occasional fresher wounds started to show, the ones I did last night being the most prominent of them all. They were red and puffy.