So as it turns out I did lose my best friend. Not because of my brother, But because of me. Well something I did, Something I got help for. Last Friday night she came over, there was alot of drinks. At the end of the night I gave her a choice. She could have my room and I would sleep on the couch, or she could have the couch. She said that she would take my room but i didn't have to sleep on the couch. I knew nothing was going to happen between us, or so i thought. I let her get changed in private and then she said i could come back in. As i took off my shirt she saw the scars on my wrist.
She asked, "What the fuck are those?" Then we had a talk. It was something she never knew about me. As we were finishing the little talk she said to me, " Kyle I am really disappointed in you and would now prefer you to sleep on the couch, I have to think about somethings so please leave the room."
In the morning she didn't speak to me. It was really awkward, When her dad came to pick her up. Right before she left she said, "Thank you." As she gave me a hug. That was it, The last time I talked to her. It is now Sunday and she wont talk to me. *sigh* lost a friend again just because of some damn scars *cries*