Garrett's point of view: I couldn't believe it. My brother was fu*king cutting himself along with drinking and smoking. I walked upstairs and knocked on his door,"Peyt man open up." Peyton's hoarse voice came through,"Go the fu*king h*ll away." I sighed and went to my room and found a paperclip. I went back to his door and picked his lock. You learn a lot just by watching tv. I opened the door and walked in and shut the door and saw blood. I went to Peyton,"Dude what the fu*king h*ll!!?!?!" Peyton grimaced and whispered,"I had to. It hurts so bad being without Kate. This is the only thing that makes me feel better." I walked out of his room and got a rag and put warm to almost hot water on it and came back,"Here. Put this on those cuts and hold it and don't fu*king whine." He took it and winced when it touched the cuts,"Why are you doing this Garrett." I looked at him,"Because. You're my brother. You've protected me all my life and now it's my turn to protect you."
Peyton's point of view: Garrett stayed with me until the bleeding stopped and I doctored my wounds up and put on a different shirt. It doesn't matter if I wore longsleeve now since my family saw the cuts. I finished packing up my things and walked down stairs. God I was in so much pain. I walked outside to the vehicle and started loading up everything. After I loaded up the last thing I reached up under my shirt and wiped the cuts and drew my hand back and saw more blood. Fu*king great. I went back inside and cleaned off my cuts and put two of those huge ace bandages on it. I went back to my room and changed shirts and went back outside and got in the vehicle since the rest of my family was waiting for me. *~*~*~*10 hours later*~*~*~* I don't know if I had fallen asleep but when I woke up all I saw was a huge sign: WELCOME TO PHILADELPHIA, MISSISSIPPI I sighed. Hopefully this week wouldn't be so bad. Right?