Speak Up

Just because they seem ok, doesn't mean they are. My brother started doing meth at age 16. No one noticed in the beginning. One day he came home, went up to his room, and didn't come back out again that day. I went to see if he was ok. That's when it happened. He began beating me. I couldn't handle it. I can't say I'm much better than him since I cut, but atleast I am willing to get help. I should have told someone, but yet, I was too scared. We hadn't really talked since that day, until I saw him going through my mothers purse, comming out with money in his hand. He just kept acting up, until my parents finally noticed. They argued for atleast an hour, and all I could do was sit in my room and wait. I was terrified, not just for me, but for him and my whole family. He was never a bad kid. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He played soccer and always kept his grades up getting A's and B's. Some night he would be gone long, but no one thought anything of it, he was a teenager! He never said anything was wrong, and he never acted like he wasn't ok. He wouldn't give it up. Continuous days at a time he wouldn't come home. By now we all knew what was going on, and we knew he had to get help. My parents sat him down and told him he had to go try to get help, and he accepted. When he got to the rehabilitation center, he would not accept anything what-so-ever. He never realized we just wanted him to get better. When he turned 18 he moved out of the house and in with his friend. I miss my brother, all I want is for him to get better. I love you Thomas <3