August is your older brother…but you hate him, and he hates you…you always fight with him. Sometimes your voices getting louder than your parents voices when they fight

You are 15, and fighting with august again. He gets really angry and storms out of the house, it’s really late at night though…and he rides away on his motorbike, clearly going way over the speed limit

he doesn’t return for hours upon hours…and you start to feel worried, when suddenly your parents drag you out to the car, ”hey what’s going on?!” You yell, demanding answer your mother, who is uncharacteristically worried says in a slightly shaky voice, “he crashed, he’s in hospital.” your heart drops and your immediately get a heavy feeling in your chest, it’s uncomfortable and you feel sick

at the hospital, August lays down in the hospital bed. Covered in bandages and attached to medical equipment to keep him stable…if he doesn’t make it out…the last thing you would’ve done together was fight…the thought makes you start crying…silently…but emotionally…as if your trying desperately to stop it