Damon
I find the key under the mat and curse my brother silently for foolishly putting it under there, now anyone could break into his house, the reason I was standing in front of this loft is because even though he hated me, and it hurt like hell to live with that everyday, he was still my brother and I love and care for him deeply, so when he hadn't been returning any of my calls for the last week, I decided to head over there myself and find out what he's been doing, I was.. happy in a weird way to see him again, even though I knew he couldn't stand me, I sigh deep, and push the key in, my heart beating in my ears, as I think about all the hurtful words he was going to say to me, how he was going to scream I'm a coward and I should leave, like he did when I first found him all those months ago. Stefan had a hard time with misery, he tended to drown in it, let him consume him, until he was nothing, I know, I saw it, I watched him, when our mother died, how he slowly sunk into a deep depression, how I couldn't help him, how I found drawings of himself in cartoon form, with a rope around his neck in his room once, how I tried to reach out to him, but all I got was a blank expression, the sadness in his green eyes cut deep in my heart, as he went day by day, sinking, and I was willing to help him, just like right now, I was going to help him and I don't care if he fought me. I wasn't going to lose him again, I'm going to do better.
I open up the loft door, and the picture in my head, and hope in my heart sinks to the bottom of my feet, as I see Stefan's body convulsing on the floor, his mouth slightly open, drool down it, as he looks up at the sky, I rush over to him, my eyes wide, and my heart painfully resting in my chest, as I try to grab him, try to shake him, screaming his name.
"Stefan, please, Stefan.. don't." I yell, loud, as I feel the tears stream down my face, here I was, years later, watching my worst nightmare come true, my brother who most likely felt like he had nothing to live for anymore, committing suicide before my very eyes, I cry softly, as I try to pull him up, but I know we're running out of time, and I watch as his green eyes close, and he looks so at peace, and I want to grab him and shake him, but I quickly call 911, praying it isn't too late, and he rests under me, as I sob hard, trying to wipe the tears, my brother is dying, he has no one and it's all my fault.
I watch as the ambulance team breaks through the door, and with the stretcher, lifting Stefan's body up, I notice how skinny he looks, how weak, and frail, almost like he's..
I refuse to admit the word.
He's not.. He can't be.
I watch as they wheel him away, and my face falls slightly, as I pick up the empty pill bottle from the floor, I throw it as hard as I can against the window, and it crashes, I can't even think straight, all I know is that I need Stefan to be okay, I need Stefan to make it through this, please God don't take him away from me, please.
I pray silently with shaky hands, and I finally get up, and follow the ambulance in my truck, praying for good news.