Hi again, this is a new chapter as you can see sooo…. Read on . I published another chappie this morning but I was bored so heres the next one.

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"Hey B-man, there's this hot new chick working at BtB I was wondering if you want to meet her," Jay exclaimed, with a little to much enthusiasm in his voice.

Bradin was lying face down on the lounge. It was an improvement, at least he wasn't still locked in his room. He lifted his head to acknowledge Jays presence and mumbled something pessimistic.

Jay was starting to get really worried about him. Normally after a break-up Bradin would spring right back and have a new girl in days. But it was usually Bradin that was doing the dumping, the boy wasn't used to getting rejected.

He studied the once joyful youth's face. Somehow it had elongated, and his cheekbones jutted out, making him look all bones. His once tanned skin was pale and blotchy and the piercing green eyes everyone knew and loved were now gray and lifeless.

Poor boy, Jay thought.

"That's enough Bradin, you're coming out to lunch with me and Elisha," he said with a now stern voice, grabbing the boy by the arm.

"Ouch." Bradin jumped. Jay had grabbed onto his wrist, which was covered by sweatbands so as to hide the deep gashes underneath.

"You all right?" the elder of the two asked.

Bradin didn't reply.

"Now go and get dressed!" Jay called as Bradin walked away.

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"Am I right, she's cute hey?" said Jay, pointing to a girl with red curls. Bradin stared right through her.

Jay dragged him over to a table at Mona's and sat down with the girl who he introduced as Elisha.

The whole way through lunch Bradin didn't speak, until Elisha asked him "do you have a girlfriend?"

Bradin's eyes turned bloodshot as he tried to hold back tears that he'd wanted to release all lunch. She furrowed her brow, and cocked her head, just as Michelle used to do when she wanted an answer.

This was enough to send Bradin off. The troubled teen stormed from the restaurant, with even more tears welling.

"What's wrong with him?" the red head asked.

"Harsh breakup," Jay said, saying nothing more.

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Bradin ran to his ensuite and pulled open the cupboards. He reached for a sharp razor blade and ran it along his arm.

Just tugging at the skin first, until his beautiful blood spilled onto the white tiles on the floor.

Relief overcame Bradin as he continued to scratch at the underside of his arms. After a while the boy fell out cold onto the floor.

He awoke, after only a few seconds to a frantic knock on the door. He jumped, blood still trickling and locked the bathroom door.

"B-man, let me in. I'm sorry about lunch. Can we just talk." Bradin said nothing back, while he silently grabbed a few bandages and wrapped his wounds. He wiped up the spilt blood and bit his lip so hard until it to bled.

Before long the pain came back again. He unlocked the bathroom door and stumbled back into his room. He hit his head hard on the back of his bed and his body fell limp, unconscious again.

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It was two days and a morning before Bradin crept from his room again. Over the days there had been constant knocks on his door, telling him to come out, some angry, some just plain sad.

He walked into the kitchen, not particularly proudly, with his head slung low upon his rather tall body.

He was bombarded by hugs from his siblings and rather happy scowls from the adults, all except Susannah. She watched from a distance, all ready aware of what was happening. She was him ten years ago.

Instead, as the others had cleared she walked up to him and held his hands, flipping them over, revealing the undersides of his wrists. A few small cuts emerged from underneath his sweatbands.

"Bradin, we need to talk, outside," she whispered into his ear. He pulled away but she looked him straight in the eyes. "I know what you're doing. Please come and speak to me after dinner." She looked really serious.

After Bradin had played with his food for half an hour, zoned out on all conversation and made no effort to be pleasant dinner was over. He did what he was told and went to speak to Susannah on the balcony; he didn't feel like getting into any more fights.

"Kid stop what you're doing now before you kill yourself," she pleaded, trying to make eye contact with the glum boy.

"Don't tell me what to do," he said aggressively.

"When I was your age I started hurting myself, and I would have died if your Aunt didn't stop me." Her tone was forceful. "I am not your friend, I am your guardian and I know how you feel. And if I see no improvement, that means no fresh cuts I'm going to tell Ava."

Bradin burst into fresh tears and Susannah pulled him I for a hug, but before she could get close to him he broke away and ran for his room.

She sighed and shook her head. He was going to end up suicidal if someone didn't step in soon. And all over a girl.

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I will die without her.

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I actually have the rest of this story typed up and ready to publish but I'm going to wait until I do. Poor Bradin I feel so sad for him.

Please can you give me some suggestions on the scenes where he is hurting himself. They are really crap so I think I'll do them again.

Byebye,

MsMcCartney