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Numbness,

Pain,

Loneliness,

Oblivion.

Will only these things surround my life now?

Will I be left with these things to haunt me forever?

Will she never come back?

Did I not deserve her?

Or,

Did she not deserve a world? a life?

He asked himself all of these again. Every. Single. Day. He kept repeating it and repeating it and repeating it thinking that the answers might change any day but no,

They fucking remained the same. Haunting his mere existence so terribly that he was left screaming for someone to save him. To just make the pain go away, to be able to breathe.

''AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'' a shrieking sound ripped from his mouth, echoing throughout the house as his pain became too much to bear, it's immense weight crushing his soul until what only remained was broken pieces of his shattered life. He couldn't keep it in. The empty wine bottles were scattered all around him, their stench triumphant over all other smells, including the smell of blood. He moved his tear soaked eyelids up, slowly, raking his eyes around the dark, eerie room, until they landed on one particular bottle of wine. He looked at it for the longest before grabbing it suddenly and smashing it on the floor.

The pieces broke with an ear piercing sound, flying everywhere. Some pieces pierced his same hand which held the bottle. Blood gradually oozed out, from all different places where the glass had gone in. He looked at it numbly as if the pain that just went through his body was of nothing; it really was nothing, compared to the pain in his soul. The braided channels of scarlet all went towards the floor until some droplets dripped and smeared the white marbled floor too.

''How beautiful they look...just like Wanda's braids...hahaha...creating an abstract art. Going in their very own manners...'' He spoke although his voice came out hoarse from not speaking for such a long time. A smile smeared his lips, his features schooled. A few more seconds of looking endlessly at the red, something rose in him. Such that his eyes changed to glow in antipathy and rage. He tightened his hold around the bottle's mouth and brought the broken end near to his wrist. The glass was sharp, rising in high and low peaks now right on his wrist.

''If you are not with me...then what is life without you? '' he whispered tilting his head lightly. "Nothing..."He hold on the bottle's mouth tightened...

''OH GOD!!'' Isabella cried as she quickly ran from the doorway to him.

''OH GOD DEL WHAT THE HECK??!?!?!?!?'' she screamed at him snatching the bottle and throwing it at the corner. His hazel green eyes had lost the sharpness in them, the green was almost disappeared. Let alone the fact that the attraction in them was gone too. They looked dead, pleading for a miracle to happen. He slowly looked up to the eyes which had the same color as his, guilt and anger and raw sadness swirling heavily in his eyes as he spoke:

''Bella, please let me do this. You have been trying to keep up with me and I don't want it. Please. You have a life too, why are you wasting it on a person like me? I have told you already that I do not need a life if it has to be like this...without her...I don't.'' He spoke mustering his strength.

''Shutup Del! You are my freakin' brother! I did not come here to listen to you whining about the shit that happened almost a year and a half ago! Just seriously get your shit together. Mom and dad both are hurting because of you!'' she yelled before she too broke down and started crying.

''Bella please don't cry...why are you crying...I am sorry...bu...but I...I can't do this. I love you all a lot...bu...but I cannot do this...I am dying every day...why do you want to keep me alive when I don't want it myself?'' He spoke, wiping the tears with his shaky fingers from his sister's face.

''Because it is not supposed to happen. Del if god really wanted you dead then he wouldn't have kept you alive. Neither would he have kept Wanda alive. She is a coma, not dead. There is a chance that she wake up. If you die, what will we say to her?'' Isabella questioned sniffling softly.

''I have been listening to this for the past year...'' He replied, ''I don't even know what I want now, I am tired Bella...I am just so tired of all of this. What did she do wrong? what did I do wrong that we have to go through this?...why?'' He looked at his bloodsmeared hands.

''Oh Del...'' Isabella reached forward and hugged her older brother, who at this time seemed to be so so small, vulnerable like a child, who needed someone at all times. She hugged him tightly as he hugged her back before he winced.

''What happened?'' Bella asked.

''Nothing it's jus-'' he tried to the hide the glass pieces stuck in his hands.

''Shit!'' she muttered as she quickly held his hand above, examining it and carefully began taking out the pieces. His hand twitched suddenly. She stopped to look up at him. He took a breath then nodded. Another piece out. This continued until all the pieces were out and she was cleaning the wounds with the antiseptic and wrapping a bandage around his hands and arms.

''Del I will say it only once. If you do anything like this ever again I swear I am gonna start doing the same. I will put so many cuts all over my body I will die of bleeding. I swear Del. I am not lying.'' Isabella said in a low tone which indicated she meant every word she had uttered.

''No Bella.'' Del stared at her in disbelief.

''Then don't do it...wait-'' she wiped her face and went downstairs only to come up as quickly with a servant.

''Clean all of this mess and get all the wine bottles back in the bar. Throw the empty ones. Don't give him no bottles. From now on he will have any drink he wanna have, with me. No bottle or even a little glass. Nothing. Got it?'' she asked standing by the doorway.

''Yes ma'am'' Peter said.

''Okay. And yeah Del I am done with your this shitty look. I have gotten an appointment made, I will come around 4 PM and take you there. I want to see Fidelio back. I hate this oldass pitiful man. It's been more than a year and that's enough. Meet you soon.'' and with that she spun around in her black heels and a white office dress with a black blazer, ready to go to the company.

''Hey Pete... Ever saw a younger sister being a boss around?'' Fidelio shook his head whilst doing a ghost of a chuckle...

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hey!!! guys!! so how do you like the chapter? okay so about this, please for God's sake do not do silent reading, it seriously will not take a lot of time to comment so please do. It helps me a lot in knowing what ya'll want to happen next in the book. Also don't forget to vote my chapters. And yeah stay safe and stay home. All bad times do pass. This will too. Oh plus how do you like the starting of this new book? okay okay please don't kill me because of what I did to Del...(soryyyyyyy I seriously love that guy a lot but the plot demanded it...) what do you think will happen next? and oh what are your thoughts on Isabella.

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