Rey
Age: 16
I hear soft cries coming from the direction of Tanner’s room. I know that I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but without a second thought I’m tiptoeing over towards his closed door. As I draw closer I could clearly hear the sobs ripping from my brother’s chest and my brows furrow in confusion.
I’m unclear to what possesses me to turn the knob that is surprisingly not locked and I push the door open to see my brother sitting on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands.
I watch the way his chest expands; the choked sounds that come from him that make him sound like a wounded animal. I’m afraid to talk, but words manage to slip off my tongue.
“T-Tanner? What’s wrong?” My voice shakes, but I stand my ground even when his head whips up at the sound of my voice and I
