A/N: Here I am again! This has absolutely nothing to do with my last Drake & Josh story. I just wanted to write a little something for ya guys. It may be a little confusing...I wrote it at two in the morning so it won't make a lot of sense. But I hope it's okay!

Disclaimer: I don't own-- yada, yada, yada...

Sometimes I cut. It's not an addiction, but it's very relieving. I wonder what someone would say to that? Would they lock me away? Or would they try to help me? No. No one has ever tried to help me. Everyone always uses me, and I let them.

I'm weak. I try not to be. I try to be strong for my family, but at the end of the day...I know I'm weak. I let myself be bullied into situations that are impossible to get out of. Bruises cover my stomach. They show that I am weak. Because every time I try to say no to people I get beat up so I always give in.

I hate waking up in the morning because it means I'm alive for another day. Only one person has ever helped me get through a day without thinking of cutting myself. That would be my brother. He's the only reason I don't go too far with my cutting.

Sometimes I think about telling him what I do...but I'm afraid he'll be ashamed of me. That he won't want to be brothers with someone like me, someone that's so weak. But in the back of my mind I feel that he's the only one who could help me get through this. I may not ever say it...but I need him. Though he may not act like it, he's the best brother anyone could ever have.

Today was hard. I tried to say no again...and it resulted in me having a black eye. Everything is hopeless. There is no reason for me to still be here on this earth. No one could ever understand how I feel. Even I can hardly understand it. So here I stand on Belleview High School's roof. I feel myself inching towards the edge. I long to end my pathetic existence now. The wind starts up, and my heart is beating fast with adrenaline. I'm now at the edge of the roof. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I feel like I have to. I glance down.

I hate heights.

How does one prepare for a suicide? I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. I close my eyes and lean forward...Suddenly someone grabs my arm pulling me back from the edge of the roof. I fall backwards, on top of the person.

There's a moment of silence, and then I get up. I look down at who saved me from death...and see my brother. His eyes are wide and his mouth is moving but no words are said.

Finally I hear him whisper, "Why?" For some reason tears are slowly filling my eyes. I blink them away and look back at him, shrugging.

"Why would you...I mean how could you think...Please, just tell me what's wrong," He pleads with me.

I shake my head, "I can't. You wouldn't understand...no one understands..."

"Then help me understand!"

Finally, my shoulders sag and I collapse onto the ground next to him, defeated.

He begins again, "Please, let me try to help. I don't want to see you die."

I could hear the sincerity in his words and I finally turn to look at him. Suddenly I know that my brother can help me. He always has.

"Just let me help you, Josh."

I nod.