I was awoken by a loud noise at my door ,who the fuck would be awake so early in the morning. I crept out of bed and quickly ran down the stairs. Careful not to wake anyone. What was on the other side of the door is the last thing I would of expected.
"Oh my god, James?" I shouted in a whisper, not wanting to wake my aunt up.
He was lying on the floor, blood spread across his face and neck.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?!"
I frantically call out while I pull my blood covered brother inside and place him on the couch.
"James? What happened?" I ask quickly as he stirs.
"What?" He frowns, placing his hand on his neck and looking at the blood that covered it.
"I- I'm gonna go to bed" he whispers, still frowning at me. He got up and forcefully pushes me out the way and walks slowly up the stairs to his room. I sat on the floor by the couch looking at the drops of blood he left on the couch and carpet. Being the person that I am I cleaned it all up so Emma wouldn't have to,and so she wouldn't ask questions no one has answers to.
