Snippet #1525066

Marco was tired. He didn't get any sleep the night before.
He was busy staring at the ceiling above his bedm thinking. He usually didn't think. That's what Adam did. But Adam wasn't here anymore.
His whole family came to escort him to Riverside. His mom, a beautiful spanish woman named Catalina, his dad, a middle aged Korean man, named Abel, and his two half brothers, Ryan and Aiden (who were full blooded Korean), and Ryan's fiance, Stella, a pretty Italian girl.
Despite his requests, they all came inside with him. His parents went to the front desk to check him in while his brothers were talking to him.

"Everythings going to be alright, ok bud?" Ryan assured. Marco rolled his eyes. "Like I care."
Aiden put his hand on Marco's shoulder. "Don't touch me, Fag!" Marco hissed. Aiden drew his hand back, with a look of hurt in his eyes.
"Don't try to act like this is for my own good. You guys don't even care about me." "Marco that's not-" "Shut up.", Marco scowled.

His parents rushed up to him. "Alright.' His dad said. "Your all set." His eyes were watering as he spoke. His mother made no attempt to hide her emotions.
She grabbed Marco, hugged him, and sobbed into his shoulder. "I love you so much, Marco!" She began to speak in Spanish. "Vamos a visitar cada vez que nos sea posible! Te voy a enviar cartas todos los días!" She looked into his eyes and stopped sobbing. "We love you, Mijo. Don't forget that." She kissed him on his forehead, and continued to cry in his dad's shoulder. They all said goodbyes, even Stella, who said a prayer for him once he turned to walk through the door. He showed no emotion through this, but his heart was breaking.
He didn't just kill his brother. He broke the hearts of his whole family.
I'm a horrible person. I should just die. Kill myself. Then no one would have to worry themselves about me.

He walked through the door and his eyes flickered between the people in the small, cold room. Well, this is homey., He thought sarcastically.
He began to pick the newly formed scab on his wrist. It was from a cut he made yesterday.
"Hello. I'm a depressed, suicidal teen with a drinking problem. Is this where I come to get help? It's kinda cold." After he spoke his scab was already raw and bleeding.