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Caleb. I run to him and sit next to him, tears welling behind my eyes. What happened? I check his pulse.

I can't feel anything

Did he just commit suicide? Did he take his own life? Did he lie to me? What caused it? Did he hate life? Was he being bullied? Why didn't he tell me anything? Is he...dead?

I grab my phone from my pocket and start crying. I dial 911.

"Hello, 911 at your service how can I assist you," the lady in the phone says.

"Hi," I say, scared. "I think...my brother...might...might be...dead."

"Okay, can you please tell me what happened?"

"He...I came home and found him in the bathroom on the ground...with an empty bottle of pills next to him."

"Okay, can you please tell me your address and we'll get an ambulance there right away," she says, trying to calm me down but failing.

I give her my address and hang up. I look into my brothers cold eyes and cry. But then something catches my eye. He took the bandage off. Underneath it were scars. Like, my scars. Like, self-harm scars.

What happened to him? Did he not like school? Did he not like home?

Did he not like me?

I think back to the day I heard him screaming. I asked if anything was the matter with him. He said no. I knew he was lying but why didn't I tell him to tell me the truth. I could have helped him. I think about what he'd said to me after that. He said nothing was wrong with him. He promised. He broke a promise. Not it's my turn.

I look into the draws for my blade. Once I've found it I add ten cuts to my collection. I scream and cry and cut. I add another four. I fall to the ground and sob. I cut twice more and scream and cry even more. I look at my arms. Pale and sticky with blood. Why did you have to do this, Caleb? Why?

I hear a knock on the door so I hide my blade in my pocket and put on a jacket to cover my fresh wounds. I open the door to two paramedics. I welcome then inside, more like walk away from the door, and lead them to the bathroom. They check my brothers pulse and look at me with pity.

"He's dead," one of them says.

What? No! This isn't real. This isn't real! It's all a dream! I'm gonna wake up from this nightmare in a few seconds and Caleb with be there to comfort me. He will tell me that everything's okay and that it was all just a dream! He's not dead! He's alive and happy! We both are!

But it's not dream.

I feel tears but try to cover them with anger. "You're lying," I whisper. "You're lying! He's not dead you're just saying that! He's still alive and everything is okay!"

They look at me, stunned. "I promise, I'm not lying," the first man says.

"No! I've been promised things before and people have broken it! He's not dead and that's that!" I sprint out the room, tears streaming down my face as I run to the forest. I sit down by the tree I used to always come by to cry about my miserable life.

I get a text from my mom. I check it.

Mom- Honey, r u k? I heard wat happened Plz tell me ur ok

I don't reply. I'm not okay. How can she expect me to be okay? My brother is dead! The only person who ever understood me lied to me! They killed themselves and now I don't think I can ever trust anyone again! I'm ruined! I'm broken! But I already was just that. But now I'm broken with no one to care about me.

I get up after six hours of crying and go back home. The cops and ambulance are finally gone and now it's just my parents home.

I enter the front door and see my mother on the couch, crying, and my father next to her doing the same.

"Beatrice," my mother says but I just walk away. I don't care about her anymore. I don't care about my father anymore. I don't care about anyone anymore! I don't even care about myself...

I sprint up the stairs and to my room. I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I miss my brother too much. I sit up and see a note on my desk.

I walk over to it and read it.

Beatrice—

I'm so sorry. I know I should have told you what was going on but I didn't want to scare you. The truth is, the kids at Dauntless High think I'm a nerd. They're always beating me up and calling me names. I don't know how you survived it. I guess you were always stronger than me. I'm sorry for never letting you end your own life. I'm sorry that I allowed myself to do it but not you. I'm sorry. But none of this is your fault, I swear. But, Beatrice, just remember, enjoy life while it's fun. Be happy, hang with your friends and never give up. Don't make the same mistake I did. I'm so sorry for never telling you, I love you, sis. Just please accept my apology. But I'll look over you, as an angel, and make sure you don't do anything stupid. I'll protect you from above. I'll help you in tough situations. And I'll make sure you're safe. Only if, you never do what I did. Once again, I'm sorry,

—Caleb

I cry just thinking about the letter. I'm sick of crying but I can't stop. So, instead, I manage to find sleep. It may not be peaceful sleep, but it's still sleep.

Wow. I'm sorry for killing him off, after all, this story isn't a happy sunshine story. You should have seen it coming sooner or later. You all knew someone would die. I'm just sorry it had to be him. Anyway, if you cried in this chapter, tell me. I almost did...shut up! Anyway, please follow, favourite, review, review, and review.

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