What happened to the quiet boy

Jacob sat on his bed, he was writing his stories again, he sighed heavily as he was stuck at a bit. He always liked writing, he used it to get his feelings out without his brother knowing as Jacob always used a made up character by the name of Angela Smith. This way no one would know how he felt as most of the things that he needed to get off his chest was depression, anger and sadness. How ever he was stuck at a bit again. Writing was the only thing that helped him through his problems, it was recommended to him by his friend John kellven. Josh was a friend that he had for about nine years. He enjoyed it, he even posted his stories on an online website. He gave up, it was getting pretty late anyway. He put his laptop away before brushing his teeth and going to bed. He woke up the next day getting dressed quickly grabbing his dark blue school bag and other necessities and leaving to go to school. The endless day just kept getting longer and longer. The endless torment and bullying burned his soul. He had to get home to write, only then would he feel safe. When the bell rang Jacob ran home as fast as he could, only stopping to cross roads and wait at red lights. He made it home and into his room before breaking into tears, he had been beaten up at least twice today. He grabbed his laptop and tried to log into the website but all that came up was "website could not be found" the website had been taken down. He turned to the next best thing and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and pills from the bathroom. He cut and cut and cut. Countless little cuts marked his arms, he couldn"t take it anymore. He grabbed his phone turning on the video camera and recorded a good bye message for his brother. He picked up the pills pouring them all into his hand. "That will do" He thought to himself, getting a glass of water he swallowed every single pill. After about an hour his stomach began to become agonisingly painful making him cry out for his brother, who had stayed late to help with an after school club activity. Jacob tried to be sick, he tried to bring the pills up but nothing came out. Some of the cuts where so deep that they were still bleeding. He wanted the pain to end, he wanted it all to go away. And eventually it did, he blacked out. His brother came home and went to check on him. Knocking on the door and hearing no response he poked his head round the door and fell to his knees. His younger twin was lying on the floor next to a pool of blood, a knife and a pill bottle. He crawled over to his dead brother, cradling his torso in his arms. He cried and cried then he noticed the phone, he went to the most recent video and found his brother"s goodbye video. He called the paramedics, as they were the only ones that he could think of. He never set foot in Jacob"s room after that. All the people who bullied and picked on Jacob, stopped bullying and picking on other people. And Jacob"s brother is in the same emotional state as Jacob was. He wants to die too. The end.