𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Tw: mention of depression, drugs use

Your POV

It's been weeks since the funeral, everything has changed at home. My mom never left her room and my dad was always out drinking trying to push away his pain while I just watched on seeing my parents fall apart from reality.

I stopped going to school as I need time to heal myself but it was hard to help myself heal from Ozan. I get nightmares of him telling me that I broke our promise of being there for him, I felt as if it was my fault that I wasn't there for Ozan when he needed me, I didn't fight hard enough to prove his innocence.

I was helpless.

Every time I would go to Ozan's room to sit there and just let my mind wander off. Right now I was in his room laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling as tears rolled down my face. My eyes scanned across the room to see trophies, photo frames of him, posters of anime that I always teased him about. His LED lights were on the walls, his room was a normal boy room you would expect. I sat up as I wiped away my tears trying to compose myself.

But on the inside, I was feeling dead. I lost the meaning to live, I knew I had to stick with the plan but right now I was still hurting. I heard the doorbell ring and I didn't feel like going to open it.

The person didn't stop ringing the doorbell so I went downstairs to open the door to see Isabella on the other side with a sad smile.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi," I replied letting her in. We walked to the living room as we sat down on the couch.

"How are you holding up?" She asked trying not to upset me. I shrugged.

"I'm trying but this pain will never go away no matter how many years he is gone, he was my brother," I replied and she nodded.

"I just wanted to check up on you, making sure you're alright." She said. I nodded.

"I'm fine—" But she cut me off.

"But you're hurting inside." She finished and I looked away, knowing that she was right. "Ozan wouldn't want to see you like this if he was here."

"I know," I replied. "He wouldn't want to see me like this." I sighed as my stomach growled.

"Have you eaten anything?" She asked and I shooked my head. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Three days ago." She sighed and went to the kitchen to get me food then she brought the food to me as I ate the food feeling so much better. She stayed with me until she had to leave after I promised her that I will look after myself.

My parents walked downstairs, I saw the eyebags under their eyes as they sat down across from me.

"Your mother and I need to go somewhere for a few hours, will you be alright being here for a few hours?" My dad asked, hesitating about his question.

"I'll be fine, you and mom can go wherever you need to," I said and they smiled for the first time.

"We'll be back soon." My mom said, kissing my forehead as they left. I got up to read a book that I recently checked out from the library, I couldn't concrete reading my book as my mind wandered off to Ozan.

I began to feel the anger build inside me as I was angry at myself, at everyone who couldn't prove my brother's innocence, for making his death certificate say he committed suicide. I wanted to throw something.

Seeing the first object I could find, I hurled it across the room, hearing it break apart with the amount of force. It felt good. Grabbing more items from my shelves I began throwing them across the room, each time hearing the satisfying crash of the item.

Each time I threw something I screamed out, angry at him for leaving me all alone. Angry at myself. I wanted to see him one more time to apologize for not finding any way to prove his innocence. After my room was a complete mess I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing the Xanax. As long as I could calm down, I'd get some sleep. I popped a pill into my hand and drank it down, still holding the bottle. I would give anything to see Ozan once, I thought. I just want to tell him that I'm sorry.

Losing all sense of everything, I looked at the bottle in my hand. I didn't know what I was thinking, or if I was even thinking. Somehow though, I knew Xanax alone would not kill the pain forever. Though the bottle was now emptied into my stomach, I snatched the bottle of Vicodin.

Pouring half of the bottle of Vicodin in my hand, I drowned the pills as I began to feel drowsy, I bend over the sink as my vision began to blurry before falling to the floor, losing all consciousness.

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