The Diary

Work in progress....

Story
Hello,  My name is Andrew, my little brother passed away from a suicide about 18 years ago. (he would have been 30)

Our parents were moving out of the house we grew up in, so I helped them pack up.

When I went through my little brothers room, I felt nostalgic at seeing all his old possesions. But at the same time, saddened with vivid memories of his suicide.

The police were here, tape everywhere, due to my finding his body (he had scrawled on his body "FREE ME" with a knife) and I kept crying.

Anyway, while searching through his room, I found his diary

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