Dear Aidrian,
I'm sorry.
I haven't told you everything.
When I started self harming, it wasn't out of the blue.
It was because of my brother.
I never told you about him.
Anyways, he was 5 years older than me.
He was on the hockey team.
The baseball team.
The basketball team.
He was the jock.
Even when I was 9, I felt I wasn't good enough.
That I would never be able to live up to the legacy that my brother had made himself into.
Damian was a legend.
All the girls wanted him.
All the guys wanted to be him.
I was just the embarrassing little brother.
When I was 9, Damian was diagnosed with osteosarcoma.
It all started when he was playing the final hockey game of the season.
His team was tied with the opposing team.
He was going towards the net to take the final shot of the game.
There was 10 seconds left.
That's when he fell.
Everyone thought he just slipped on the ice, and the game continued.
The opposing team got the last goal.
The one he was supposed to get.
And he was silent.
Instead of going off of the ice, he stayed, lying on the ice.
Motionless.
I was watching him the whole time.
The second the buzzer went off to signal the end of the game, I ran down the aisle and started banging on the glass.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Aidrian
Teen FictionThis is the prequel to "Letters to Brayden", also written by me. You don't have to read Letters to Brayden first, but I do suggest it.
