Too Late

I went out to talk to my brother since I hadn t seen him in 24 hours, and he lives with me. His bedroom is in what used to be a shop, but we finished into a room. He had hung himself from the exposed rafter. I couldn t stop screaming. The screaming took over my body. I am so sorry. Just so sorry. We both had a horrific childhood, and he just didn t make it. He was seeing a psychiatric nurse practitioner, and even though he made an attempt in May, and one last December, she decided he was... Too Late
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