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Hunter and I have been in the office for two hours now, both of us busy with work, our fingers typing on the keyboard being the only sound in the room.

I can feel Hunter's eyes on me as I eat the cookies that Siara baked. I take a bite from the fifth cookie I have had today, the flavors exploding as they meet my taste buds.

I might not be a fan of sweets, but there is something with these cookies. Each bite I take tastes like heaven in my mouth. I feel like I can eat sugary things now, but only when Siara makes them for me.

I start feeling uncomfortable when Hunter's eyes continue to linger on me. The noise that was coming from his laptop is no longer heard, a sign that he is no longer working.

I pause with my work, turning to look at Hunter with my brow raised. His eyes show me mixed emotions. It is hard for me to tell what he is thinking. He looks lost in thought, and I can see a bit of sadness in his eyes.

I sigh out in exhaustion as I stand from my chair. I slowly walk in his direction, and it is surprising when he does not move his eyes from the chair I was seated on.

I place a hand on his shoulder when I finally reach where he is seated. I can see that he is startled when he turns his head upwards, his eyes meeting mine. I can see the lost look in his eyes as he looks at me, I can tell that something is bothering him.

"When did you get here? You were sitting there a mintue ago," Hunter asks with a small forced smile on his face. I can tell that it is forced because I know Hunter.

I shake my head at him, walking to sit on the chair that is opposite the sofa. I can see Hunter's face clearly and I can tell that something is going on. I can tell that he is having a battle from within. I can tell because I have had the same look before.

"What's bothering you?" I question, ignoring his question. I can see the conflict in his eyes, but the sadness is what I choose to focus on.

I hate seeing Hunter upset, or sad because I do not want him to become like me. I have this fear that he will end up hurting himself when he becomes sad or upset. I feel like he will harm himself, and I fear that he might leave me in this world alone.

Hunter gives me a reason to fight. I never want to disappoint him, I always tell myself to fight because I want to make him happy. I want to show him that he is important to me, and that he is one of my strengths. Siara and Hunter are both my strengths now. I fight my demons because I do not want to let them down.

"Is it because of Julie?" I question when Hunter does not reply. I have not seen Julie in a while, and I believe that she went on vacation with her family, and it is possible that Hunter misses her.

Confusion fills my body when Hunter shakes his head side to side, I can hear him mutter the word No, which makes me look at at him with curiousty. I want to know what is bothering him.

"You are now worrying me," I murmur, watching as Hunter pours whiskey in two old-fashioned glasses. He hands me one glass, and I accept it with no hesitation, murmuring the word thank you. I watch as Hunter drinks from his whiskey, I can tell that he is stressed by the way his hand shakes, a habit that he has when he becomes stressed.

"You don't have to worry," Hunter says as he massages his forehead. "I have just been thinking a lot these days," He continues leaning back into the sofa. I raise my eyebrows, sipping from my whiskey.

"Tell me what's happening.... You never act like this. It's very worrisome.... What's bothering you?" I question, putting the old-fashioned glass on the table.

Hunter sighs as he looks at me. He chuckles as he continues to massage his forehead. I can see the pain that is present in his eyes, which worries me more.

"I was thinking about you," He says, making me look at him with confusion.

"Me?" I question looking at him in the eyes. Hunter nods, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Why?"

"Because I am worried about you," He replies, chuckling as more tears drop from his eyes. "I can't help but wonder if you are really getting better.... You look fine, and you are expressing yourself again; but I can't help but think that you will harm yourself again. You are becoming like the Diego I knew, and I know that you are trying to change.... But I have seen you like this before: happy and expressive, but we still went back to square one..... I can't help but think that you will harm yourself when I turn my back away. I still see you looking at the knives, and I still see you looking at the pills, and I end up freezing every single time. I end up asking myself the what if questions?" He pauses, before he continues with a quavering voice.

"What if you try to cut yourself again? What if you overdose on the drugs again? I am scared that we might laugh today, and I might find you laying with pills or sharp weapons next to your body the next day. I am scared of losing my brother." Hunter rambles looking at the floor.

It pains me to see him like this, and it hurts me to know that I am the cause of everything that he is passing through.

A tear manages to fall from my eyes as I watch Hunter struggle to wipe his tears. It seems like the tears do not want to stop.

I fear that he might harm himself, and that is why I stop his hands from connecting with his face.

"Don't do that," I gently murmur, holding his wrist. Hunter pulls his hand away, standing up from the sofa.

"I need to breath," Hunter says, walking out of the door. I watch as he walks out of the door, closing it afterwards.

The room is in silence as his words play in my head. I feel my head getting hot as the small voice that manages to ruin me comes back to taunt me. The voice begins to blame me for causing Hunter pain.

I stand up from the sofa, walking towards my office table. I open the drawer that is on my left, it is a little rusty because I have had it locked for a while now.

I thought I will not open it again. I thought it will be forever closed, but I guess I was wrong.

I grab the small pill bottle that I always keep hidden. I open it, grabbing a handful of pills as the voice becomes stronger.

'You bring everyone pain. Your life is so meaningless. You aren't even suppose to live; you are suppose to die, so that everyone can live happily. They will all forget you in a few weeks. You ruin everyone's lives..... Do them all a favor and leave their lives.'

The voice says as I clench the pills in my hand. I can feel my eyes warming up as I remember Hunter's sad face.

I want to swallow the pills. I want to end the pain. I want to set everyone free from the pain. I want to feel free.