Being the baby brother

Chapter 6

Previously

Drake slipped his arm around me and whispered "I know you may be feeling like telling us is a mistake but it's not. As being your older brother it's my job to make sure your okay, if your not means I've failed my job as a older brother. Your not alone and never forget that I'll always be here for you. I'm here to support you through this, you can stop self harm. Please show me your arms and wrists bud."

His words registered in my head and I slowly raised my arms into his lap. He gently grabbed them and slowly raised my sleeves. This is the moment of truth, Drake willl see it.

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TRIGGER WARNING ( READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)

Brandon's POV

Drake gently rolled up my sleeves careful not to touch my cuts...

He slowly turned my arm around and examined my wrists. There were multiple red marks, some were light others were dark as well as there being scars. I felt weak and terrible for showing them. What if he hates me now? What if he thinks I'm a freak? 

Drake's POV

I look at my younger brother's wrists and feel concerned. His wrists are covered with cuts and scars. Which makes me wonder exactly how long has this been going on for? My mind races with questions and I start to feel a bit overwhelmed, I calm myself down. I felt like a TERRIBLE  brother for not realising that my younger brother had been suffering so much. I should've realised something was up with him. I mean if I look at him he does look different he has paler skin, he looks drained and he's started to wear long sleeved clothing more. 

I take a deep breath and decide to ask " how long have you been self-harming for?" Brandon looks down, avoiding eye contact and mutters something unaudible. 

"Please talk a bit louder" I kindly request him. 

"Around 4 months..." Brandon replies trailing off.

"Why? Just...why?" I ask him cautiously knowing it's a sensitive topic. 

"Multiple reasons.." Brandon replies vaguely and at that moment I can tell he's hiding something and I need to dig deeper.

"Which are?" I ask him softly,

"School, grades, friends, sis and  mum..." he replies. Brandon said mum so quietly I could barely hear him.

"Mum and sis...?" I ask

"Mhm" Brandon replies

Brandon's POV

I feel the urge to tell Drake everything now. My head screams not to. My heart whispers yes. Reality tells me not to, hope tells me to give it a shot. Let me fill you in on Mum. We actually have a sister, my age or a year younger. Well my mum gained custody of my sister and for some reason my farther really doesn't like my sister. So he didn't care when he didn't have custody of her. Now you may ask, why did my parents divorce? 

Around 3 or 4 years ago my dad went on a business trip for 6 months and in that time my 'mother' was meant to be taking care of us.  At that time we lived with my sister Angel (my nickname for her). The first month or two were fine but after that she use to come home late everyday drunk. There was a strong reek of alcohol coming of her. She was always drunk out of her mind and she use to..beat us. Mostly me and Angel because our brothers where usually out with there friends. She starved us and we got very little food but she was always careful where she hit us so that Drake and Duston wouldn't see. The time when it was the worst was when Drake and Duston went with there friends to a lake house for a month.

During that month we got beatings daily. She screamed insults at us. I remember a poem I once saw Angel write 

Each turn I take

Everyone leads back to the start

It's like I'm in a never ending maze and I can't escape 

No matter left or right

Forwards or backwards

The flowers that were once bright and full of life

Now shrivelling and wilting 

There now faded

I try to escape this never ending race

I try to see the light

But I'm surrounded by darkness

They say nothing is forever but I feel like I'll never be set free

I scream a scream that's never to be heard

I try hard to impress but it only turns out into me being depressed

The harder I try the worse I fall

They say at the end of the tunnel it's always light

But for me it's dark as midnight

I'm trying to survive but I feel like I'm slowly fading away

Into the shadows 

There's a side of me that's full of hope

That believes the sun will rise

Hence forth I will remember 'When your world is the darkest remember the sun will rise"

My one question is

Will the sun rise before it's to late?

To be continued...

Hello everyone! I am so sorryyyyyy I haven't been updating recently. Please leave your thoughts on this chapter in the comment section below. I also want to say that if your thinking of self harming or already do please please don't. There are so many better ways and reasons you shouldn't. I sincerely hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to comment, share and vote.

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