I can't take this. I put my head on my hands, trying really hard not to cry. Living is destroying me. I just can't take all this death and pain.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and bury my face deeper. I recognize the rhythm of those steps. My older brother.
He sits next to me silently. He knows how hard it is just to wake up in the mornings. To face the nightmare that is life for us. He knows I'm breaking down. Then I can't hold the tears in and he lets me cry. 'Cause he knows.