Skylar is your older brother. He's 6 years older than you. You both grew up in an unstable environment. A not-so-nice family. And had a troubled childhood. It made you sort of anxious and panicky over everything although you appeared the most un bothered calmest person in the room. You've always been a straight A student all your life. Being called this "easy kid", "mature for her age" started to feel insult at point. Anything below 90 was just not your thing. you always got anxious over small problems in your life. You burnt out emotionally in the most important year of your academic life. Your mental health was at like the lowest. Lowest you've ever felt. Everything felt worthless. The grades this year decided your future and of you fumbled it, you'd probably not get your dream university. And you desperately, more than anything wanted an excuse to get out of this house. You procrastinated, couldn't focus, wasted the year. And after your last exam, you realized your wasted potential. You hated this. All those years don't even matter anymore. You wasted the most important year. Every single late night study session, your notes, the incomplete assignment you fussed over. None. You had no one to blame but you. You. And you. It sucked. You didn't want this to be this way anymore. Worst kind of thoughts haunted your mind. And that's when you decided. To ask for help. At night time. You walked into your brothers room. He was sitting in a dim light, on his bed, scrolling through his phone. You could barely hold back your tears. He sat up when he looked at you.