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“I’ll get away as soon as you admit that you want me dead. We both know you do, there’s no point in trying to hide it. Mom and dad aren’t here so they won’t think any differently of their perfect little girl,” he spoke, his voice shaking as he clenched his fist. Connor knew that it would sting to hear her say it out loud, but he needed her to verbally admit she wanted him dead. He was too far gone now, there was no helping him unless they finally wanted to get their heads out of their asses and get him the therapy and medical care that he needed. “You know it, I know it, why not just say it out loud? What the hell are you so afraid of, Zoe?” All he wanted was to just hear her say that. No matter how many times she would talk to her friends and say that she just wanted him to get through this, they both knew the truth. Last time Connor tried to take his own life by mixing sleeping pills and alcohol, the only time he saw his sister cry was when the doctor said he was going to be fine.

❝—- what kind of fucking question is that ? i’m afraid of you. ❞ there was a breath of a laugh, an attempt to find humor in her terror. it didn’t help – just made her stomach roll more viciously with anxiety. zoe felt like she was going to be sick if she didn’t get away soon.

arms snaked around her waist, hugging herself tightly && digging fingers beneath her ribs to keep herself grounded. she just needed to breathe – breathe, && stay calm, && it would be over soon. ❝—- i just want you to leave me alone. that’s it. ❞ it wasn’t entirely false. death just seemed like the easiest route to peace. there was no relapse from death, no risk of triggering another violent outburst… she’d be safe. that was all she wanted : to be safe, to not have a brother that hated her. what better way was there to ensure that than to not have a brother at all ?