Chapter 39: Mesh
::Why did I kill myself, Damian? Tell me. I want to hear you say it,:: Andrew asked his brother in the backseat of the Buick. ::It’s all quite simple if you think about it.::
Because you were bullied. Because Kyle Meshington had stolen your money from the pool shed and it pushed you over the edge. Because you had to carry that pocketknife around with you at all times, which you used to slice your own throat open.
::What else, Damian? Tell me more.::
You lost it and had a nervous breakdown. You were tired of getting the s**t kicked out of you. You were hassled almost every day. Mesh called you the worst names and he spit on you. The little bastard gave you a few black eyes and he broke your arm once.
::I remember it all. I hated it. I’m not saying that offing myself wa
