1-Sitting there on the floor of the bathroom the razor in his hand he knows he’s alone. His brother isn’t there to stop him. If he was still a kid he would have probably started screaming and crying. Probably would have crawled into his brothers lap and let the soft words drown out the thought. He isn’t a kid anymore, he can’t craw up to his brothers. His brother left his brother didn’t love him any more.
2-he felt the blade draw against his skin the way it carved into something that used to be beautiful. The way it said the thousands of words he could never say. The way the blood that dripped onto the floor looked. The way he felt as his brain stoped thinking, and the way he felt the fuzz geting stronger and his mind couldn’t stop thinking about nothing at all
3-as he lay there on the floor he knows he did the right thing. His brothers name carved into his thigh he knows his brother will be happy. The blood running down his body telling him little words that drowned out the words. In that moment he knows he’s right. In that moment he shuts his eyes and never opens them again.