My Protective, Loving Brothers

My Protective, Loving Brothers

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"Just one more hour..." I thought to myself. The bell rang, everyone was dismissed, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. I got home and ran up quickly up to my room. I shuffled through my drawer until I found it, the razor. But before I could start cutting, I hear a knock on the door. "Hey, I need to tell you something." The door opened. "Mom!?" I dropped the razor and was about to run up and hug her but her cold blue eyes stopped me. "You going to have to stay with some close friends of mine." She said, face emotionless. I stared at her. "So get packing, they'll pick you up soon," she looked at her watch,"I have to go, don't do anything stupid while your staying with them." "Why? Why do I have to stay with them, I've been fine being alone this whole time! Why now?!" I yelled at her. She looked at me,"Because I care for you, and I don't like you being alone." "Bullshit." I say through my teeth. As soon as she left, I grabbed the razor and I cut. ⚠️ WARNING MATURE CONTENT AHEAD, TRIGGER WARNING! THIS CONTAINS ACTS OF CUTTING AND/OR THING TO DO WITH SUICIDE IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT, DON'T READ!⚠️
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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