Remington sighs and looks down at his hands watching them shake as he grabbed his pen. He then takes a notebook and rips a page out scribbling his last words on it. He didn't know what he'd exactly write but he wanted to write about everyone...

'6/29/19

To whom this may concern,

Now I know it may be a little selfish of me to take my life when it only helps me. I know you may think I'm insane after you see my lifeless body or even if I don't end up dying to send me to a mental hospital...

I know I seem crazy or I seem mental... I guess I am... I harm myself because I'm not normal and I probably never would have been... I know you won't care in the long run and but I'm sorry if you somehow actually do...

I can really never tell who or what is real or not and it's scary... I'm always fucking scared- more like paranoid, I think something bad will happen all the time and I always double check things.

I've always wanted to do things in my life... I always had goals I wanted to accomplish... But I couldn't, not like this... My life wasn't meant for a world like ours and I finally realize that... So I am going to end my misery here and cut my life short because this is not how I want to live... I want to be someone who could make a difference but I can't and I will never be able to...

Emerson, you were the only person I talked to about whatever this is I have. You cared, you listened to me when I talked even if I jumbled my words and forgot what I was saying in the middle of a sentence.

Sebastian, you tried to be there and it was really only my fault why you never got the chance to talk to me... I know you care and I never saw that before... I was stubborn and I was scared to let people in...

Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect son and I'm sorry I never went to college and got a good paying job... I love you, I'm sorry I did this but it had to happen.

Dad, I'd be surprised if you even show up at the funeral or whatever. You were never there my whole fucking life and left Sebastian to try filling that hole. You left and we needed you. We needed a father, we could have used someone to teach us how to play sports and properly throw a football as a child. You did nothing to help and left when I was 12... Emerson used to stay up late thinking you'd come back, but you didn't... We never saw you since and we probably never will... I never should have trusted you...

I never really talked much because I was scared. I have always been scared... This was nobody's fault but my own really...

I'm sorry...

~Remington Leith Kropp'

Remington finished writing the note and he tried folding it a few times but gave up and crumpled it up in his pocket... He went into the bathroom and did what he had to do... 

TW: CUTTING!!!!!!!!

He grabs his razor and pressed it against his forearm making deep cuts... He moaned in pain trying not to cry as he cut his own skin...

There was a knock on the door.

"Remington?"

He continued cutting, he went deeper this time... The cut wouldn't stop bleeding... And for the first time in a while, he was scared to die... He realized how painful it was and he was scared... He slid his shirt off and wrapped it around his forearm... He screamed Emerson's name as tears rapidly slid down his cheeks...

He no longer had on that emotionless mask...

"Remington!"

Emerson had managed to unlock the door and rushed in to help his older brother... The bathroom looked like a crime scene the floor has blood all over and so does the counter...

What happened next was a blur for both boys, but Remington ended up passing out in the bathroom and Emerson got Sebastian and they called 911. Of course, Remington had gone straight to the hospital.

~~~~~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY REMINGTONS FLAT ASS~~~~~

"He's awake if you'd like to see him..."

Soon enough the doors opened and his brothers walked in...

"You almost left us! And what do you have to say for it! A fucking sorry in this note!" Sebastian yells waving the suicide note around.

"Sebastian! Shut up! He was scared! You know that he was scared to die... He didn't want this!" Emerson says.

"NO! How about you let me continue!" Sebastian yells and looks back at Remington, "You could have died there! At least say something!"

"Why should he have to say something! He doesn't have to listen to you!?"

Sebastian looks back at Emerson and they yell at each other while Remington is just sitting there... He had taken off this mask but he somehow retrieved it again... His face showed no emotion as he watched his brothers fight over him...

"Wh-What!" Emerson yells tears falling down his cheeks.

"Wait! Emerson I-"

"I'm leaving! You can find someone else to give you a ride home." Emerson yells using his sleeves to cover his eyes.

"Emerson I didn't mean it I-"

"Le-Leave it, Sebastian! I'm going back h-home!" Emerson yells shoving Sebastian out of the way as he stormed out of the room.

"Emerson, I'm sorry!" Sebastian calls going after him.

That leaves Remington all alone for about half an hour before somebody comes in.

"I'm Dr. Biersack, I am just going to have a small chat with you so we can see what to do. Is that fine?"

Rem nods looking away as the guy sits next to him.

"So, how are you feeling?" Dr. Biersack asks.

"I'm fine."

"I'll choose to ignore that you lied to me."

"Why would I tell you anything that you could use against me?" Remington mumbles finally looking at him.

"Now why would I do that?"

"You're a person, you're probably like everyone else, why wouldn't you?" Remington asks.

"I'm not like everyone else. But I've noticed that by your responses you may have Paranoia... I know that isn't that bad, but I heard you may have Schizophrenia, which starts at around 16 to 30 in most individuals so you are very well in that age range." Dr. Biersack comments.

"For looking around 26 you seem to know a lot."

 "I'm 28, but enough about me I am still wanting to know more about you. So tell me about your family." He says not wanting to mention much about himself.

He doesn't need to talk about his past to some guy who he thought would be nothing more than a patient.

"What is there to say? My mom always worked, I barely talk to my one brother while the younger I am close to." He said a small smile on his face mentioning Emerson.

"Tell me about the brother you're close to. He seems to make you happier."

"Why? You don't have to know everything."

"I may end up being stuck with you, by the sounds and looks of it at least someone will. I work at a few different places nearby." Dr. Biersack says.

Remington shrugs and sighs.

"So you can at least work with me here." Dr. Biersack says writing something down.

"Why do you care even?"

"Because I do, now tell me about your younger brother, we got distracted."

"Right... Emerson, I mentioned the things I saw to him and he was the only one who supported me... He's pretty nice, I guess. He got worried a lot, scared for me at times but I guess that's what he had went through having a useless, fucked up brother..." Remington says.

"You're not useless or fucked up Remington, you're just different."

"That's what he said, he told me I was just different... I don't believe him, seeing my own death isn't different it's messed up... what's even more messed up is that I can see other people, I don't know how... but I keep seeing these shadows and people, it's scary..."

"Look... I found something."

"What?"

"The note." He says holding it up.

Remington knows he can't lean forward and grab it or else it'll mess with the equipment so he just sighs and lays back down.

"What did you read?" Remington asks.

"I didn't read the parts meant for other people. But Remington you need help. You know, you mentioned almost all of the symptoms of Schizophrenia and this could be serious."

"That wasn't for you."

"I'm sorry but I'm trying to help you..."

"Help? I'm a goner, the least you can do is let it go."

"Remington, you can't just give up."

"He told me I should..."

"What?" He asked not able to hear Remington.

"He told me to," Remington says louder.

"Who, who does?" Dr. Biersack asks.

"He tells me to do stuff..."

"What type of stuff?"

"He tells me to harm myself and then it got worse and he told me to kill myself, I was scared but I wanted it for so long..." Remington says looking out the window next to his hospital bed.

"Okay look, I am going to help you... I know what is going to happen may not be what you want and god it's not even what I want for you... But I'm going to be there, I'm going to try to talk to you every day and I swear I am going to help you, it's not as bad as it seems..."

Rem looks at him.

"Dr. Biersack? What are you talking about?" Remington asks confused by what he said. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry Remington, but our time is up. I really have to go." He says leaving the room.

Remington sighed and sat there wondering what he was talking about... But he didn't know what to expect now... But he only knew to expect the worse...