When I Came Home That DayA Poem by AeloraWARNING: description of suicide attempt.It had been just another day. Another essay assigned, another twenty minute lunch, another walk home alone. I looked forward to the time at home when I would be surrounded by silence without my brother without my sister without any worries for once. I unlocked the door and took my headphones out and the first thing I hear is the breathing. It’s labored and it’s heavy, and my heart speeds up and I’m sure my pupils dilated. I dropped my bag and walking slowly down the hall that had never before seemed quite so long. It’s coming from my bathroom. I take a shaky breath of my own and it matches the rasp on the other side of the door. My hand grasps the door knob and I swung open the door and ev ery thing stopped. I don’t even think I had time to cry out as I saw my brother lying on the floor- the floor I couldn’t even see because it was covered in blood. The world became the slits on his wrists and the world became the droop of his eyes as the life bled out of him like watery paint. I think I screamed his name and begged him not to go and I ran down the hall that had gotten even longer and I called nine-one-one and the next three minutes were the hardest I ever lived. I almost lost my brother that day, so when I hear someone I love or someone I don’t contemplate what he did I relive the day and wish I could make them see how much they mean to someone like me.© 2017 AeloraAuthor's Note
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