2005
Rebecca
"Becky, things aren't going so well in Afghanistan. Our regiment is having trouble getting supplies and I don't know how much longer we can last. I will write back as soon as I am able to. Take care little sis and tell Jace his big brother misses him. Tell Sky I miss her and I love her.
Your loving brother, Jet Vance McCafferey."
My heart aches as I read Jet's letter. It's been four years since he left and our family has been worried sick. Though I'm most worried about Jason as he hasn't been the same since Jet enlisted. He isn't the same lovable boy I used to know, everyone who tries to talk to him is always answered with hostility and glares. What happened to the little brothet I remember? He died long ago and now he was replaced by a teenage pillar of hate, anger and bad influences. Everytime he comes home from school, we catch him smoking either cigarettes or marijuana. I hate him seeing him like this and when Jet comes home, he isn't going to like this either. I walk to my little brother's room.
"Jason? Buddy, we need to talk." I receive no answer and the door is locked so I can't get in so I run downstairs to the living room.
"Mom, Dad! Jason locked himself in his room!" I yell which makes mom and dad get up and we head back upstairs to get to him.
"Jason Seth McCafferey! Open the door!" Dad yells into the door but he isn't answered which results in him kicking the door down and he immediately stops in his tracks. I follow his gaze to the floor and I scream at the sight.
"Jason!" I run to my brother's side as I notice several cuts on his arms and neck. My little brother had attempted suicide