This is for the 200 short story contest held by Contests I hope you enjoy this and it is emotional! (This paragraph isn't part of my 200 words)

Is there hope in this word? Could there ever be a cure for my broken heart. My brother, friend, twin. He was gone, the scars from hatred took him away. He was holding onto a thin rope, but by the time I had returned, he had fallen into the depths of a canyon, on his way to hell. Heck he deserved to die, with all of those outrageous thoughts. But he didn't know what he was doing, he was sick.

This world is scary, it's changed too much and things are getting worse. Children are crazy and adults, their just stupid. As a teenager, we are the mature ones here. The better education, and we grew up in this new world. But my brother, he thought otherwise. He thought that there was something we could all do. The children learn to become teenagers who start careers and take care of their families and eventually become adults themselves. When he announced this life cycle, the people ended his. So now there's no hope in this world for me now that he is gone. Maybe I shall join him...