Untouched

Oli

Christofer was currently sleeping on my bed.

I felt sorry for him, but I’m not giving him some pity trip of something.

I stared at him as he slept, I know stalker status.

His eyes narrowed, and tears began to leak through his closed eyes.

His body jerked up and down, he was hitting at the air above him.

His legs kicking.

I stared at him horrified, he looked possessed.

“Christofer?” I whispered, slightly shaking his shoulder.

I quickly pulled away, I felt his bones.

I too a deep breath.

“Chris” I almost screamed, violently shaking him.

His eyes shot open, his chest heaving up and down.

He looked around the room, his eyes still glossy with tears.

“Are you, ok?”

He didn’t respond, he glanced around.

His body shaking viciously.

“Y-yea” he whimpered.

I stared at him for a long time.

“Just calm down” I told him.

He nodded and slowly laid back down on the pillows.

I heard nosies down stairs, I should assume my parents are home.

“I’ll be back”

Christofer didn’t reply, instead turned away from me, still shaking.

I hesitatingly left him and went down stairs.

I walked in the kitchen, my mom was starting on dinner.

“Hey mom” I said sitting on a stood by the island.

“Yes baby” she said chopping up some carrots.

“Can a friend stay for dinner?”

She looked up to me for a second and showed her smile. “Who is she?”

I rolled my eyes “Mom, he is just a friend” I said.

My mom sighed “ok” she agreed.

I smiled and walked back upstairs.

I opened my door and noticed that Christofer wasn’t in the bed anymore.

I walked to the bathroom, and tried to open it.

It was locked.

“Christofer are you in there?” I asked slightly knocking on the door.

There was silence.

I heard small sniffling.

I grabbed the key above from my desk and opened the door.

Christofer was scratching his arms to the point of bleeding along with bite marks on his wrist.

“No Christofer” I whispered going to him.

I pulled him into my arms and held him close to me.

He began to cry into my chest.

“I-I’m worthless” he sobbed. “I’m p-pathetic”

“No you‘re not.” I whispered in his ear.

He weakly began to punch my chest.

“Y-you s-s-said so yourself” He screamed.

“I never meant it though”

He laughed, not like it was funny.

Like I was funny.

“Leave m-me alone”

He jumped up and ran out the room.

Grabbing his cigarettes.

“Chris” I called.

He whipped around,

Anger plain on his face.

He actually kinda scared me, just a little.

“Don’t y-you dare c-call me C-chris” he hissed through his teeth.

With that he walked out.

I stood there, In the middle of my room.

Tom casually entered the room.
A stupid smirk on his face.

“That sounded, interesting”

I glared at me little brother.

“What did I do?”

Tom laughed, “He’s a trouble kid, you can’t throw it on yourself”

With that Tom left my room as well.

I was left alone, to contemplate what I did wrong.