Chapter 1

Blood drips down his wrists onto the white tile floor as I wrap a towel around his wrists struggling to get the bleeding to stop. "God Miles stay with me, I don't want you to die"I say reaching for my cell to call 911. I do so and I talk to the operator shakily, "911 what's your emergency"the operator asks, "god my brother just tried to commit suicide, I don't know what to do"I say, "alright honey,what's your name"she asks, "Frankie, my brother's name is Miles"I say, "OK hold pressure on his wrists alright, what's your address"she asks, "330 elm drive"I say, "no, Frankie don't"he murmurs, "Mi, I have to I'm sorry"I say taking his hand in mine. I'm terrified, we're all alone, are parents are out of town as usual, and I've never seen him this bad, this hurt. I know he's been depressed before but he got a handle on it before it got this bad. I hear someone knocking on the door, and I get up kiss him on the forehead, and I go get the door.

I let the paramedics in and I show them to the bathroom, once there a female paramedic kneels down beside him. "Miles buddy, we're here to help you alright"she asks him gently, "I'm scared,"he says taking in harsh breaths, "honey, I know, I need you to take some deep breaths for me alright, we'll get you taken care of alright"she asks grasping his hand. They help him up and onto the gurney, and he lays back, trembling. I follow them outside into the night air, and knowing the situation, they let me ride with him. We eventually make It to the hospital and I'm told I can't go with him at the moment because he'll be calmer without me. So I go to the waiting room and finally I take my cell out of my pocket. I dial the familiar number and it's rings twice before our mom answers, I tell her what happened and she says they will be there by morning. Once I get off the nurse comes out and approaches me, "Miss, your brother want's you"she says, "OK"I reply.

I follow her back to the exam room and what I see terrifies me. He's lying on the exam table, squirming as a doctor takes his right wrist to stitch it up. "shh Mi, I'm here, shh calm down"I say stroking his forehead. He calms down enough to let the doctor do the stitches and by the time he's done he's asleep. They move him to a real room and after getting him settled I'm allowed to stay with him as a orderly stands outside the door in case he tries to leave. I sit in the chair holding his hand watching him sleep, and realize he looks innocent, so not like my older brother at all. I've never seen him this far gone, almost like he's trying to struggle to live emotionally, and I can't stand it. I eventually fall asleep, hoping everything is going to be OK, but also knowing it'll be a healing process all the same.