The lights appeared out of the darkness of the room. There laid a man, a teenager if you will, on the bathroom floor, covered in blood, and water which came from the shower he previously had. His sister walked in, not knowing if anyone was in there because of the darkness of the room, and saw her brother laying there, not moving, with wrists covered in blood. She screamed. A million thoughts raced through her head as she stood there in shock, not knowing what to do but eventually letting out a piercing scream and raced over to him in a split second. ‘Why!’ She cried ‘why did he do this to himself!’ hoping for him to respond. To let her know he was still alive, but no. No response. She nursed him slowly and gently, while attempting to wrap him in a towel around him to keep whatever warmth was left inside of him. He was too cold, going blue and his heart was slowly, but surely fading and she just sat there crying. Asking herself what could’ve made him do it.
