I slammed my bedroom door and screamed.
God fucking dammit. He always says things to ruin everything.

I grumbled sitting down taking deep breaths.

I don't need to do this now.

Not while we have guests.
*Andys POV*
Did I really have to say that?

Yes, yes I did have to say that.

I kept fighting with my consense (I think that's how you spell it.)

I hated my sister. But then I love her.

Although when I say something nice, I say it in the meanest tone I knew.

She's the baby of the house, she gets whatever she wants, I always get into trouble.

It pisses me off.

But the real reason why I hate her,

She has a mind of her own, she's always deep in thought, she's insecure about herself, she dated my ex friend Graham.

They got into a real bad fight, and he left her.

Leaving me as well.

Ever since then I haven't found a way to forgive her.

"Andy go aplogize."Mom spat.

I threw my silverware down, them skidding across the table.

"Why? She's a grade a pain in my ass. I have all right not to-"

"NOW."She grumbled. Every one was looking at me.

My cheeks flushed red of anger.

"Whatever."I spat and got up storming into the house.

I walked up the stairs to loud weeping.

I laid my hand on the knob hearing her count saying things after it.

"One for the fucking assholes at school.

Two for my tormentor known as my brother.

Three for him never forgiving me."

I listened and slowly opened the door.

She took a razor blade to her wrist,

breaking apart her skin, blood seaping onto the floor.

My jaw hit the ground.

This is what I make her do...

A rush of guilt spilt through me, tears stung my eyes.

What kind of brother am I?

I let go of the door knob and walked away quietly into my bedroom.

I feel terrible.