Hey peeps! (you are all my marshmallows now) so I was questioning existence and this idea randomly popped into my head sooo yeah here we go.

I don't know how this happened or why we're here. My baby brother on the ground the blade of my knife held to his neck, pin pricks of chrimson blood dripped down, oozing from the tiny cut. I think it has something to do with what happened on that dreaded day so many years ago, but I don't know. Why? I don't know but I cant do this, not anymore at least. I began to retreat the knife, or to pull it back just to plunge it into his chest, to witness his blood seep into the ground and into my skin. I'm not sure, I'm not sure of anything anymore. I'm confused, so, so confused…

"Jeff do it." he said not flinching when I brought the knife back down. Why wasn't he scared…why wasn't he terrified? He should be panicking, begging for his life or, or something! A complete stranger is pressing a knife to your throat, it might as well be a psycho with a gun. You never know when they'll pull the trigger. Maybe that's it, he doesn't know me at least not any more. He still thinks I'm that innocent thirteen year old at the party and that I'll never hurt him. Or that I'm just messing with him, I have no idea…

"Jeff, please… just kill me." Liu pleaded his emerald green eyes turned dark with hatred and over flowing with sadness. Sadness and anger against the world, against me.

"Are you serious!? Why the fuck would you want me to kill you? Come on fight back!" I yelled leaning close to his face. So close I could see the scars. They were faded but still clearly there, awful reminders of the pain and torture.

"because I have nothing left to live for." he said not bothering to wipe my spit off his face. "you ruined everything I had. When you killed mom and dad you might as well have been killing parts of me. To make it worse, the attention. The cuts and scars never hurt, I honestly enjoyed the pain. What hurt was the sting of the interviews and the news stories. It was like rubbing salt into the open wound. All of it felt as if I was reliving that night over and over again and I still am. Every single night I dream I'm lying in my bed as a little kid again." why was he doing this. He knows this isn't going to help him so why? To make me feel guilty?

"I watch you walk into my room over and over again, the blood of the two people I cared about most coating the weapon meant for me. I was supposed to suffer the same fate but no. I had to fight back then but I am not fighting back now. I want to die. life is a living hell for me and you were right to try and save me from it. I understand that now and I'm ready. I'm ready to die, I except it and welcome it with open arms. Living like this is a fate worse than death so please. Kill. Me. Now." I cant take it, I cant. This has to end… I cant! I cant kill Liu. We've been together through everything. We used to tell each other anything and I always helped him whether it was homework or girl problems. I cant kill my best friend.

"I cant!" I snapped climbing to my feet. I brought the knife back to my pocket and turned to my baby brother.

"so nearly free." he whispered as I sprinted into the woods not daring to look back. "So. Nearly. Free"

Ok so I know it wasn't that good and it was really short but please favorite, follow and review. Dunkin Doughnuts anyone? Mmm coffee sounds great right now. COOLNESS OUT!