Pain is who you are

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Bill sat at dinner, as he listened to his dad begin to talk.

"So, I know Georgie is dead-"

"He's not dead" bill mumbled.

"Excuse you, son?"

"I said. HE'S NOT DEAD!!"

His mother spoke up "please don't yell at each other"

His father spoke in again. "Don't yell at me, little shit"

Bill was done. He grabbed the plate, full of food, and threw it, without thinking, right into his father's chest "HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD, ASSHOLE!!" bill stormed off, into his room. He couldn't come to terms with his brother being gone, his anger only got worse the more he was told that Georgie was truly dead. His father was about to go after him, but his mother stopped him. "Don't....not tonight...." he sighed, and sat down, again, food covering his chest.

Bill say on the floor, tears threatening his eyes. "He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead...why would they say he was dead?" Bill's mind wandered, and he couldn't stop. His blood began to boil again, as he thought about all the people who only talked about Georgie being dead. He threw his fist into the wall, in one swift movement, screaming, nothing in particular, as his fist made a large hole. His knuckles were sore,and red. He didn't take any time to throw another punch, hard, and quick. Straight through the wall. He hit his head on the wall. "DAMMIT!!" his parents knew this was a usually behavior from their son. They just didn't like it.

His father would take him to the hospital...but not just any hospital. A mental hospital, to help him.

By the time bill was done beating his wall into a more dead look than before blood was running down his face, and down his knuckles. He had screamed till his lungs hurt. His neighbors even looked out their window, to which bill tried to punch the glass of his window, but he took a sharp turn, slamming his fist into the glass mirror, as blood ran down the cracks in the mirror, some broken bits had fallen out. Bill said nothing, he just fell and hugged his knees, turning into a sobbing mess. "HE isn't deAD!!" he tried to make himself believe again that he still had his loving younger brother, who would always be ready to get picked up after school, and bill would drive him home, on his bike.

Bill didn't want to come to terms with the fact Georgie was really dead, he absolutely refused to believe himself when he began thinking that he was dead, he'd hit himself.

It all started when  he was 8, he would be bothered to the point of breaking,and he slammed a kid into the wall, punching them till they were bloody. Then, at 12, he was being teased for having a stutter that he could do nothing about and saying that he was a bad brother, and other shit, so.,he turned spun on his heel, and pined the person against the lockers, by their neck, choking them,while slamming their head into the locker. Blood was already dripping into bill's hand. But he wasn't done. He kicked the kid in the gut, sending him down to the floor, leaving blood on the locker, then a teacher had walked down the hall, and saw a kid on the floor, bloody, and the other kid- bill, with fists full of blood that wasn't his own. He tried to keep going at him,until the kid was dead, but he was called the cops on, and his parents had to figure it all out

With the cops.

Bill's thoughts slowly stopped rushing,as his eyes drifted off. He was finally getting what he wanted so badly.

Sleep