Afterschool. Nonny POV:

The pain inside of me was incredibly unbearable.

I didn't bother about going on the bus. I walked in the cold, trying to shake myself out of this nightmare.

Instead of walking home, I walked to the local drug store. I bought some pills there, and the cashier didn't seem to care.

Then, I left and walked home.

When I got home, I went up to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror and started screaming at myself.

I hate myself! I hate everything about me! I hate my life! I hate being isolated by my parents! I hate ruining people's lives! I hate being the outcast! I hate not being accepted! I hate myself for ruining the one I cared most about!

The monster that was inside of me, was released.

Oona POV:

I thought about what happened at school. Maybe Nonny will get over?

Oona? Are you an idiot?

Who am I kidding?! He's hurt. Hurt because of me.

I needed to go and talk to him.

With my dad's permission, I went over to Nonny's house and knocked on the door. Surprisingly, it opened.

Silly Nonny. You forgot to lock it.

I went inside and locked the door, but was startled when I heard screaming. It was coming from upstairs.

Without questioning anything, I ran upstairs. Coming from the bathroom. I banged on the door screaming for Nonny. I kicked it and pushed it until it opened.

I saw Nonny, arms dripping in blood and about shove pills in his mouth.

"What the heck are you doing?! Stop!" I screamed and smacked pills out of his hands.

I pulled him close to me. He kept on crying and screaming. His cries didn't get any quieter. I picked up his arm and gasped.

The cuts were far too deep.

I heard some footsteps coming from downstairs.

I quickly ran out of the out bathroom and saw his parents and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Pirruccello! Call an ambulance! Nonny might die!"

Everything gone by so fast. He was loaded on the stretcher and was taken to the hospital.

I ran back to my house and begged my dad to take me to the hospital. He questioned me, but I just said Nonny and he understood.

So all that boring stuff happened and then I was in Nonny's room. His parents were outside speaking about something.

Dad just stayed outside of the room.

I sat in the chair right next to him. I looked at him and he was sleeping peacefully.

Probably sleepy. I smiled slightly, though feeling some tears trickle down my face.

I shook my head and whispered to myself, "You, idiot. Didn't I tell you to never leave me?"

I took his hand and lay my head down on him, slowly drifting to sleep.

Nonny POV:

She might've thought that I was asleep and I didn't hear her words, but I heard every last one.

If I killed myself, she would've been scarred and I was still thinking how I could've died right there if she were seconds too late. I looked at her, and she was fast asleep while clutching onto my hand, as if I might disappear if she didn't do so.

I caused so much pain for her. Especially to almost die.

Then, my parents came in with the doctor discussing about all that medical stuff. Afterwards, the doctor left us alone. Oona's dad carried Oona away to bring her home. Then, I was truly alone with my parents.

It was 20 minutes of silence. I pretended to be asleep, for I didn't wanna have to deal with them. Not for a long while.

"You're really just like your brother, Nonny."

I bolted up and looked at my parents. Never have I ever heard my mom or dad talk to me, and for the first time my life, they spoke to me. But their words startled me.

"B-brother?" I stammered.

My dad nodded and my mom said, "You had an older brother. His name was James."

Had? What did that mean?

"You're brother hated himself a lot. His biggest fear? To cause pain and be a burden to others." said my mom.

"W-what happened to him?" I asked. This was already to much for me to process.

"He did what you did." she said. "Committed suicide."

It was like a punch in the stomach. A brother, a part of me, had been found. But at the same time, it's gone forever.

"You resemble a lot of him. Looks, personality, and even story." said my dad.

"All these years, why haven't you spoken to me?" I said with tears flowing out of my eyes.

"Because we still felt so much pain. Especially since you two were so similar." said my mom.

"But. . . Can you tell us something?" my dad asked. "Why have you been depressed?"

I sighed and said, "Because I felt like you didn't care. I felt isolated."

Then, they came over to my bed and they hugged me and said I love you. All of these words were firsts.

"Do you think you can deal with therapy?" my mom asked.

I sighed. I wanted to get better. But, I still had to fix some things.

"Yes. . . " I said slowly. "But, I must fix some things."

I think I did a bad job. Sorry, I was having writer's block.