(Slight warning: this chapter becomes quite graphic. UPDATE AT THE BOTTOM.)

Peach releases from their senseless kiss, her hands shaking and her eyes filling up with tears of guilt. Her and Mario turned to the guests smiling and waving. They had to play along, or their wedding would be a disaster.

After everyone had come over to congratulate the two, they both went into a private hut whilst the guests enjoyed the rest of the night. I didn't know whether to follow them both or not. I'm shook. This isn't a simple mistake you just do and forget, no, we're not in high school anymore. Was Mario going to be mad at me? I started walking over to the hut as a hand grabbed onto my scratched up, scarred wrist. I look behind me.

Dad: We need to talk. Right. Now.

Luigi: *tries to pull away* _You're hurting me! S-Stop!_

Dad: _Oh, I'm hurting you? Now you'll know how much you just hurt your 'brother'. You're a sad excuse of a bro._

Luigi: *tears up* _Stop it! Stop it!_

Dad: Honey, we'll be back in a diddle, we're just getting some food. *grabs his arm tighter and drags him into an empty, old hut* *gets a chair and smashes it into his face*

Luigi: *yelps* STOP IT! *cries*

Dad: Look at you. Pathetic. I've had to deal with you ALL MY LIFE. You've made it a living hell. Now, tell me... WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER IN LAW?

Luigi: *sniffs* I didn't do anything! It was a mistake! Please! Leave me alone! *covers his face*

Dad: *punches him* I don't like liars. *punches him a second time* You filthy animal.

One word. Despair. What was there to be hopeful of anymore? I'm being beat by my own father. I just want to die.

Luigi: *sees something gleaming in the corner of his eye*

As I lay there in pain and utter agony, I look up. There was some sort of object... transparent...lustrous... Sharp. I reach out for it and quickly pull it in. It seems to be a shard of glass. Not just any normal one. This particular shard was razor-edged sharp, like a sword from kill bill.

Dad: You can't say anything, not one word. Because you're a sneaky crook. You know what you've done and-

slit*

I watched him fall to the ground before my eyes. Blood spilling out his mouth, as he begged for air. What have I just done? He lay there, body pale and eyes wide open. I've just killed him. I killed him. These words ran over in my head continuously. I've committed a crime. It feels so good but it's so bad. I had to hide the body, and I had to hide it quick.

[Meanwhile.]

Mario: *looks at her confused* I don't... I don't have any words. Explain. Please. You're-a making me worried.

Peach: *faces him* Mario I really don't know what to tell you. It was a silly mistake! I'm sorry!

Mario: A... Mistake. I'm just not buying it. Out of all the other 'mistakes' you could have made, it had to be this one. What was going through your mind?

Peach: *sighs* I don't know... he looked at me and I g-got confused.

Mario: *frowns* You're lying!

Peach: N-no, I'm not!

Mario: Yes you are! What makes this more disturbing is that it was Luigi you said. My brother.

Peach: Look...before the wedding, I asked Luigi if he would teach me how to dance because I was pretty poor at it. So, he did and I guess that the word just slipped out my mouth. Please, forgive me. I'm sorry.

Mario: You guess that it just slipped out your mouth...? *runs his hand down his face* I just... need some time alone.

Peach: *a tear rolls from her eyes*...*gets irritated* FINE. HAVE IT YOUR WAY. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR WEDDING! DIDN'T YOU SAY WE'RE SUPPOSED TO FORGIVE AND FORGET? *Leaves*

Mario: *secretly sobs* [Am I overreacting?]

[The caves near the beach]

Luigi: *puts the body in a bag and puts it in the deepest part of the cave* [Someone is going to find out..] *runs*

Everything is a blatant mess. Peach is upset. Mario is annoyed. My mom is going to fall apart when she finds out I just killed my own father, and I just want to die. I want to die. I WANT TO DIE.

I arrive to the hotel room, throwing everything out my bag without a care. I grab the small plastic wallet with a blade in it. I enter the bathroom, with no top on. I come face to face with the fact that there's not a lot of places left to do my dirty work. Cuts and scars from the past cover my skin. My only option is to rip open my scars and make each cut deeper until my veins pop. Why? Because I've lost hope in everything and everyone.

I start cutting myself, The blade touching my flesh.

A waste of space. *cut* A disgrace to everyone. *slit* A mistake. *cut*

20 minutes later, I was covered in blood. Blood. Its dripping from my wrists onto the floor. My face was pale, I was shaking. I can't stop

slam*

I immediately jump up and block the door. Someone had entered my room. I could hear faint cries coming from the other side. It was Mario. I didn't know what to do. There was no toilet paper left and my blazer and shirt were on the other side of the door.

Luigi: M-Mario?

Mario: *hears him* WHERE ARE YOU?!

Luigi: [He's mad!] Look, please just hear me out! It wasn't my fault! It just slipped!

Mario: *attempts to open the door* [...] Yeah, Luigi. It just slipped, didn't it? I've been hearing the same thing all day. Hurry up and open this door!

Luigi: No, you can't come in here!

Mario: And why not?!

Luigi: I...I've just gotten out of the shower and there's no towels!

Mario: *growls silently and looks around* *goes over to his blazer, picking it up and going over to the door* [What is this on his sleeves? Blood? Dry blood? It can't be ketchup, Luigi doesn't like it!] What the hell is this?! There's lots of it. *sees it on his fingers* It's all sticky...!

Luigi: W-w-what?!

Mario: What is this, on your blazer?

Luigi: *covers his mouth* [Oh no...]

Mario: *twists and turns the door handle* ANSWER ME.

Luigi: I scraped my elbow really b-bad.

Mario: *looks at it in disgust* Whatever. *throws it aside* Luigi. I'm not talking to you behind this door! I'm really confused, and angry! You don't know how I feel, so... START TALKING!

Just then, I snapped. The fact that he thinks I don't know how he feels. I wanted to rip my brains out. I stand up, opening the door, only to expose my face. The rest of my body was hidden behind the shadowed door, as he assumed I was 'naked'.

Luigi: *sheepishly laughs* Don't know how you feel? Are you freaking kidding me?

Mario: No, I'm not! My wedding is ruined, and it's partly your fault.

Luigi: *laughs* Wrong. It's all my fault. Remember? Like everything else is?

Mario: Do you think this is a joke?

Luigi: *shakes his head* Of course not. The only joke is you. You overreacted and you know it, Mr.

Mario: Yeah, I'll admit I did overreact. But, you seem like you don't even care. A nice brother would say 'I'm sorry.'

Luigi: I DID SAY SORRY, AND IT'S NOT LIKE I SLEPT WITH HER!

Mario: I don't care! Do you think this wedding is some sort of... some sort of...PARTY?! *forces the door open*...*sees his arms*

Luigi: *bursts out in tears* NO MARIO, I AM THE PARTY. AND GUESS WHO'S INVITED? *Sniff* DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, PARANOIA, STRESS, SLEEP, SELF-HARM. YOU NAME IT, BROTHER.

Mario: *also starts crying* L-Luigi.. what... No...

Mario stared at my arms. He was scared out of his life. His little brother, the one he grew up with, the one who he went to school with, the one he shared his toy cars with.

Mario: no... *covers his face with his hat* no...

My own brother. He couldn't even look at me. I'm a disgrace and a bad role model.

(Update: I know I was meant to update this over a week ago but I'm really busy. I will try to do it whenever I can. Also, to the person who wrote this: '

:To the reviewer who typed that stupid long review, nobody cares. You're not insightful. Kill yourself.' ...That's just pathetic. They weren't being rude and the feedback they gave was good. Telling somebody to kill themselves? Hmm.)