Branson Williams
Blood, everywhere.
I'm still covered in it, as we sit in the waiting room waiting for our parents. Xan tried to kill himself.
He cut deep, deep enough that he didn't heal right away. Deep enough to paint the bathroom red, so so much f*****g blood.
He needs help, we knew this. We did. But I didn't think it would go this far, this deep. I knew he hurt himself in the past, and has been admitted before. That's not new. But seeing that? I never thought I'd see that.
My heart has been racing, and my skin feels itchy. My vision is blurry, but it's not about me. Or dad, Pops. Layla. It's about my baby brother, who's laying in a hospital bed because he wanted to end his life.
Because he couldn't do it anymore.
Because he couldn't fight that battle in his head.
And kn
