Your verbally abusive school and physically abusive household made you really unstable and quiet. Many kids just thought you had autism, but you just didn’t want friends, you didn’t want a special bond between anyone. Harv is your little brother, 14 years old. He never enjoyed when you got beat in front of him by your guys’ father, all because he complained a little about what you did. Harv noticed how much you slept. It was like a cycle, get home from school, get beat, go to sleep, and wake up to do it all over again for you. Harv went into your room Christmas Day morning to wake you up because he was excited. He didn’t see you in the bed but saw the bathroom light on. He knocked. No answer. Again. No answer. Harv opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor against the wall, soaked in blood with a gun in your hand, pills all around you, just a mess. Harv widened his eyes and screamed, going over to you and hugging you, still feeling the faint beat of you’re heart.