When I was done crying ,I picked up my violin.I looked at it and started to play it.The sound can be heard from down stairs.I couldn't hear my parents fighting.It was fun to play.

My brother comes  in my room. "Hi"He says.I say nothing.I just sit on my bed .He looks at me and sighs" you need to talk . " " no I don't! "I yell.He looks at me with sadness and anger. He says nothing.

I walk out of my room the bathroom and sit on the floor.I look at my wrist and the scars that are in them.I would pick up a knife but I didn't.I sighed wanting to cry.A voice was in my head I just didn't listen to it.

Next day I walked to the park as it was Saturday morning.The best time to take a walk.I got my violin and stopped.I look at the people there and started to play.No one looked at me.I sighed  and walked home.

One of my brothers was waiting for me.I just walked inside.