Apologies, extremely sad and dark chapter incoming.
WARNING: do not read if you are sensitive to suicide! Read with this in mind!
It was the very early hours of the morning, about a couple of hours after midnight. Klavier quietly made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. It was a few weeks after Klavier had broken his leg, he was out of his bandage and off of his crutches, but he still had a slight limp about him.
He didn't check to see if the door was locked, but the light was on. He softly called out Kristoph's name, then for his mother - no answer. Just in case, he decided to just use the downstairs bathroom.
After returning upstairs, he quietly looked into Kristoph's bedroom to find that he was still sleeping.
'Perhaps she fell asleep in the bath again.'
She did that a lot, but Klavier would sometimes wake her up since his innocent child mind worried about her accidentally drowning.
So like he usually did, he opened the door to the bathroom.
But he saw something he did not want to see.
Something a young boy his age should never see.
He dropped to his knees at the sight. He choked up as he attempted to shout for help and it came out as a barely audible squeak.
He just sat there and cried.
Klavier couldn't quite make out what it was but it was tied very tightly around her neck. He wished he couldn't understand what was happening, but ever since his father died, he became aware to other causes of death.
But he didn't know a lot about this way of death.
Kristoph had taught him all about murder, accidents, medical problems, but not this.
Suicide.
Blood dripped onto the white tiles. It came from her arm. Klavier wasn't sure if it was a fresh wound, or if they had been there for a while and being up there where she was had caused her blood to exit through them.
The young boy convinced himself it wasn't real. It was a dream - that's what he told himself.
He picked up a towel and wet it, then began trying to get rid of the blood that continued to drip slowly from her lifeless body.
'You always hated mess. Kristoph does as well.'
As the child sat on his knees, scrubbing desperately, he looked back up at her.
"But Kristoph might get angry if I wake him up." He said, having a one-sided conversation, pretending he could hear her talking back to him.
Her face had lost all colour and her crystal blue eyes, a colour that used to be much like his own, looked dead. The longer he looked, the larger his urge to throw up became.
Then he lost it after coming back to reality.
He fell back again and just cried some more.
"Everything was supposed to be better! You were happy!"
He went to get the phone, thinking he should call someone, but he wasn't sure who.
He contemplated calling an ambulance, but he didn't think there'd be any point, since he now knew the truth that she was dead. He was in a panic, he felt helpless. He didn't think there was anything he could do.
He finally decided to wake his brother up. "K-Kristoph?" He whimpered as he softly shook his brother awake. "I-I need some help."
"Klavier...?" Kristoph sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Why are you awake?"
He threw his arms around his older brother and sobbed into his chest.
"What's wrong now?" He asked softly, Klavier was a sensitive child so Kristoph wasn't expecting the issue to be as bad as it was. "I can't help if you don't tell me."
"It's really bad Kristoph! I couldn't help her!"
"Klavier, calm yourself down and tell me what happened."
Klavier took Kristoph's hand and pulled him in the direction to the bathroom.
"Oh my god..." Kristoph felt a sudden sick feeling in his stomach.
The one time Klavier wasn't exaggerating, and this was it.
"Oh my god." He repeated as he moved closer to her.
"Klavier," he attempted to stay calm, for Klavier's sake. If he panicked, Klavier would panic too. "Bring the phone to me." Klavier obeyed and went to get the phone, he made his way down the stairs slowly because he was also feeling sick and dizzy.
Klavier waited in his room silently, trying to hear who Kristoph was talking to on the phone, or what he was saying. He felt a heavy feeling in his chest when he heard the words;
"My mother has killed herself."
They watched as her body was carried away, covered by a white sheet and carried away into an ambulance.
Kristoph was being questioned by one of the men, Klavier couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but he heard his brother mention his name a couple of times, then he heard him say something along the lines of "my brother is too hurt to speak about it at this time."
After they left, Kristoph entered the living room, where Klavier sat on the couch, curled up into a ball.
"You should've told me straight away."
"I couldn't help her."
"No one could."
"Why did she do it?"
"I'm not sure." He lied through his teeth. In his pocket, was a note that Klavier had failed to notice, he had it hidden. He wanted to show Klavier, but it was too soon and he believed it to be too much for the poor child to handle. "You were very brave, Klavier."
"But I cried."
"That doesn't mean you're not brave. It's okay to cry sometimes." He held him, much like the time their father died. "We should go back to bed. It's late." The teenager carried his brother upstairs.
"Kristoph?"
"Yes?"
"Can I sleep in your room with you tonight?"
Kristoph agreed to Klavier's request, probably out of pity. He'd be surprised if he wasn't traumatised after what he had discovered.
After settling Klavier down to sleep, Kristoph pulled the note out of his pocket and forced himself to read it again.
Kristoph,
If you're reading this, I'm sorry.
I appreciate your help with Klavier, he really looks up to you. I ask that you continue to be there for him.
Perhaps you'll think I'm selfish,
Perhaps you'll hate me from now on,
And I completely understand why.
I know you're a strong person, but Klavier will need you there.
I wish I could've said goodbye in person, but I know you understand why I couldn't.
I am sorry.
"I'm here, Klavier." Klavier was still sound asleep, but Kristoph continued the one-sided conversation. "It's just us now. You have me. I'm here."
I wasn't planning to make this as dark as it was, but it just ended up being that way, I'm sorry this was so depressing
But the depressing stuff is out of the way for a while, so the next few chapters will be happy, and will hopefully make up for this chapter.
