Fighting echoed though my house and ears. Screaming and yelling from my younger brothers mouths, screaming “I hate you!” “I wish you were never born!!” “Your stupid!”. All because you messed up, you made a mistake on a video game, geeze why this again? You never had suicidal thoughts before, where did you get the thought? You went up to your room silently screaming. You tried to drown but chickened out, you grabbed a belt and tightened it around your throat but the closet poll wasn’t high enough, you got another thought, you grabbed a razor you thought it wouldn’t cut good enough so you grabbed an exact-o knife and cut deep. The blood slowly came out then it rushed down your arm. The tears are coming faster than before, “Why won’t I die!?” you feel dizzy and tired so you lie down asking to die begging to die. Your mom calls you down you quickly search for a long sleeve shirt you can only find a white one. You run down the stairs hiding your arms, your mom speaks in a voice so gentle “I’m sorry for yelling at you today, and I’m sorry about your brothers there boys.” your mom looks at your shirt and says, “you need to change your shirt its dirty” she points at a stain you breathe a sigh of relief, you go back up change and sit then once again your mother calls you down. You head down and she hugs you tells you how much she loves you, you start to cry. “Why are you crying?” you wipe the tears but they keep coming. “I made a mistake…” “What? What did you do?” you look at her worried face you shake your head no. She seems to get worried and starts to raise her voice “What did you do?! Tell me now!” you slowly roll up your sleeves and you regret it so much. Your mom grabs your arm and screams and turns white. “GOTO YOUR ROOM!” she’s panicking and calls your dad he rushes home from work and they see all your cuts and your goodbye note. You can never forget this day, its the day you tried to die, the first time…