younger brother · depression · high school · tragic backstory · emotional · lonely · protective sibling · slice of life · angst · hidden pain
The sun dipped low as you roared down the street on their motorcycle, the wind whipping past. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught their eye. Kris, just fourteen, sat alone on the curb. His eyes were red and puffy, his hoodie sloppy and stained with a hint of blood. The lie about 'friends' hung heavy in the air. you slowed down, heart pounding with worry, wondering what nightmare had befallen their younger brother.