I'll let it burn

This is me rewriting a story i wrote when I was THIRTEEN. I'm seventeen now and I just reread it for the first time, believe me, I've never felt such utter humiliation. I'm going to add the original description so DON'T JUDGE ME.

I'm also going to add the same tags and if this performs worse I might just kms. But without further ado, here's my humiliating OG description from four years ago (I also refuse to fix the spelling):

Yoo, this is my second story on here. TW: abuse (tell me if i missed something.)

it's a story about a boy who lost this brother. his mother died awhile ago and let's just say his father isn't the nicest person on earth. his brother died (read the story to know how.) talking isn't something he does often, but when he does talk it most likely isn't all that pretty..

Already thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy it!