I slowly opened my eyes. I fought catching my breath through the coughing. I yanked the belt from around my neck. I look at the damages she made to my body. So much of my own blood surrounding me on my floor. I gather enough energy to get my self up of the floor. My mind jumps quick to Derek. I rush out my room. Not realizing that I've lost too much blood. My vision blurred and my words slurred, I struggled walking six steps. Falling in every direction in the hallway. Derek was my priority. I didn't care if I was dying or in pain, I wasn't going to let her hurt him. He was my brother. He was my baby. All I could scream was for her to leave him alone and for him to run. Sadly, I could hardly even understand half the words I was saying. I really could not comprehend any sounds. I didn't know if she was hurting him or if she already finished the job and I lost my brother. I get to his door and with me already having lost so much blood, my legs gave in. I dropped to my knees. I grab the door knob. My hand shaking with not knowing the outcome on the other side. Hearing my breath echo in the silent hall. I slowly open the door. My mom standing at his window looking outside. I scream thinking she threw him out of it. Tears already running down my face. I crawl to the window in the fastest pace I could. I can feel me pushing my body past its limits. I push her out the way with no care of the backfired consequences. My hands and arms shaking trying to bring myself face to the window panel to see if I was goanna see my baby bothers body dead on the cold hard pavement.