If you are not comfortable with self-harm, please skip the 3rd Mini Story...

Empty

After the death of my brother, I became empty. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat and my grades were getting low. You could say that I'm like an empty shell, nothing in the inside. Nothing made me laugh, smile or even wipe the frown of my face. My brother was everything to me... I just wish that he was still here beside me, comforting me.

Depression

Bonnie and her family told me that I was showing signs of depression such as feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. They were getting worried. Everything they wanted to talk to me, I would tell them to go away. It's not that I don't like them anymore; it's just that I needed time. The loss of my brother really created a big hole in my heart. Bonnie wanted to take me to a psychiatrist. I replied, "No... I just need some time..."

Suicide

Bonnie and 'our' parents weren't at home. It was my chance to end all my suffering, to end all the pain. I ran downstairs and took a knife with a sharp blade and ran upstairs to Bonnie and I's bedroom. I sat on my bed and held the knife tightly in my hands.
"I'll see you soon, brother." I smiled.

Before I could cut my wrist, the door flung open followed by voice, "Marcy! I brought-!" A voice gasped. It was Bonnie's.

I stared at her with tears in my eyes. "Marcy, are you trying to do what I think you are?" She asked.

I nodded. I didn't want her to know but I pledged that I would be honest to her no matter what. She gasped and cuffed her hands around her mouth. She ran up to me and hugged me. I felt tears on my back, it was Bonnibel's tears. She shook her head violently.
"Please don't! Please..." She cried.

I couldn't take the pain anymore, not even for Bonnie. I whispered to her. "Sorry Bonnibel... Goodbye."

I cut my wrist with the knife. The knife cut the Ulnar Artery. Looks like I have ten minutes left unless if anyone tries to save me which I hope not. I heard Bonnibel scream. 'Our' parents ran upstairs and saw me. I heard them gasp as my vision started to get blurry.
"Take the bandages from the bathroom! We shouldn't have left her alone!" I heard 'my mom' say, "Bonnie, call the ambulance!"

I felt bandage on my wrist. No! I don't want to be cured, I want to die! I want to see my brother again... I want to be happy... I hear the ambulance and 'mom' talking to somebody...

Dead?

The next thing I knew was that everything was white. I was standing up on something white and foggy. In the distance, I saw my brother? He was standing there. I ran to him and tried to hug him but my hand went through him.
"You're not suppose to be here! You're suppose to be alive!" A voice cried, "Bonnie wants you back! She's your best friend! How could you die on her like that?"

Suddenly, I heard somebody crying. I looked around but no one was. I looked back at my brother but he wasn't there anymore. I heard a voice.
"Marcy! Please live... Please..."

I looked around again and saw Bonnibel squatting down beside a hospital bed. I reached out for her and smiled.
"Don't cry Bonnie. I'm safe..."

Then, I felt myself falling... Down, down, down.

Alive?

I blinked and when I opened my eyes, I saw Bonnibel's face. A smile grew on her face and she giggled.
"Ya heard me didn't ya?" She said in a cute and high voice.

I gave her a faint smile. She gasped and woke 'our' parents up. When they saw me, their face lightened up.
"Don't scare us ever again, Marcy." 'Mom' said.

I nodded...

Getting Over

After that experience, I never want to die ever again. Bonnie never became angry at me even though I was being a bit rude to her. I promised her that I would never try to leave her alone without her permission. Bonnie hugged me. I stopped crying. The voice came from my brother. It sounded exactly like him. He didn't say a lot but hearing his voice helps. Bonnie and I planned a memorial for my brother tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it.

The Memorial

Bonnie and I dressed up in our finest clothes. I took the photo of my brother from my bag and put it on the end table in between our bed. We also grabbed two candles from the kitchen and lighted it up.
"Jonathan, the best brother in the whole universe has sadly passed away due to illness. He uh... what's the wor- sacrificed his health for me, even though he could have just rest and told 'our' parents that he was ill. He will always be remembered. Thank you for everything you did to me. You never failed to keep a smile on my face except when Finn moved. You kinda failed on that one." I said.
"Wait a minute. Is this how a memorial works?" Bonnie asked.
"I don't know... Um... Due to confusion, the memorial will end here. It will be held again when we find out how a memorial goes like. Thank you for your time."

Bonnie and I blew the candle flame out and kept the picture.
"That was a fail." Bonnie laughed.
"Yeah! Sorry big bro!" I cried.

It's the missing part from the second chapter. Sorry about that. Like the girls, I don't know how a memorial goes like so I stopped it. I'm guessing it's like a funeral? Please, no hate. I'm planning on creating a Fluff Chapter next when they were young...-er

Like always, NOBODY answers my questions.