I was 14, my brother was 12. We were never on good terms. He was often neglected, so was I. I was upset over some dumb thing. I remember calling him countless names, one thing led to another, I hurt him pretty bad. It was an ongoing thing, and after that incident he killed himself a few weeks later. He left a note and it said how much he cared for my well-being, how sorry he was and how much he really loved me. I know I’m the one to blame, I should’ve been a better brother, but I let my anger took control of me. It’s been years and I’ve been wanting to kill myself, but I can’t. I guess my brother had more guts than me.