Ok so I know this isn't an imagine but I wanted to write this.
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Mom was downstairs crying, your dad left her and now you were gone.
Your brother wanted to know what was wrong. He walked up to your bedside table to see cuts on your arms, he went to his room and grabbed his ninja turtles band aids and put them on your cuts. He kissed your forehead thinking you were asleep.
-years later-
Your brother, now old enough to understand what happened , is a cutter following in your steps. Being bullied himself, wanting to die himself.
Mom has cancer, and dies.
-The end-
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So you cried?
Anyway I stole this from Instagram. It's not the same but here is the original if you want to see it!
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee