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"Luigi?" Mario asks, holding his brother's wrists
"Hmm?" the younger brother wonders,
"What are these?" Mario looks down at the scar on brother's wrist. The scar was in the shape of an "X".
"Uh." Luigi didn't know what to say. He had hope he wouldn't find out, but of course that is short lived.
"Luigi! I'm not asking again, what did you do?"
"I'm- I'm sorry, Mario!" Luigi began to cry, but tried to hide it. Mario griped his brother's wrists tighter, and Luigi pulled back slightly at the forced pressure inflicted. The scar seemed new, Mario wasn't sure why Luigi would do something like this. So, he spoke,
"Why did you do it?" Mario's voice broke suddenly, not taking his eyes away from the scars. He knew about the other one; the one from ninth grade, but Luigi promised to never do it again. So, why did he?
"I...I don't know." He says,
"Luigi, you said you wouldn't do it anymore."
Mario grabbed a cloth and wet it with his water bottle near him, then he placed on the scar. Luigi winced, and tried to break free of his brother's tight grip.
"You don't know what it's like to loose someone close, Mario." He did it because of Socko's death, Mario thought, how likely. Mario knew that self-harming wasn't to be messed with, he knew it was something serious. Luigi had settled into deep depression, yet, again. Mario's eyes softened he loosened his grip on the wrists,
"I'm sorry, Luigi. I wish you would've talked to me." Mario's voice became hard again, but his eyes never gave away anger. He gently wrapped the scars with a bandage and let go of his brother's wrists.
"You're mad, I know it." Luigi says sadly,
"No, I'm just disappointed. I better not see a third one. You hear me? I mean it, Luigi." Mario looked at his brother; sadness filled his eyes, not once did Luigi look at his brother. Mario took Luigi's face in his hand and turned towards him, "You hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Luigi finally says, giving in.
"Good...Come here." Mario then, pulled his younger brother into a long, meaningful hug.

Ugh, I had to. K'? I'm NOT trying to be rude or anything. Please, be nice! I'm so sorry, Luigi! Mario's there to help! Speak now!
If you look carefully on Luigi's wrist, you can see the scar.

"..And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel..." - "Scars" Papa Roach

Description
"Luigi?" Mario asks, holding his brother's wrists
"Hmm?" the younger brother wonders,
"What are these?" Mario looks down at the scar on brother's wrist. The scar was in the shape of an "X".
"Uh." Luigi didn't know what to say. He had hope he wouldn't find out, but of course that is short lived.
"Luigi! I'm not asking again, what did you do?"
"I'm- I'm sorry, Mario!" Luigi began to cry, but tried to hide it. Mario griped his brother's wrists tighter, and Luigi pulled back slightly at the forced pressure inflicted. The scar seemed new, Mario wasn't sure why Luigi would do something like this. So, he spoke,
"Why did you do it?" Mario's voice broke suddenly, not taking his eyes away from the scars. He knew about the other one; the one from ninth grade, but Luigi promised to never do it again. So, why did he?
"I...I don't know." He says,
"Luigi, you said you wouldn't do it anymore."
Mario grabbed a cloth and wet it with his water bottle near him, then he placed on the scar. Luigi winced, and tried to break free of his brother's tight grip.
"You don't know what it's like to loose someone close, Mario." He did it because of Socko's death, Mario thought, how likely. Mario knew that self-harming wasn't to be messed with, he knew it was something serious. Luigi had settled into deep depression, yet, again. Mario's eyes softened he loosened his grip on the wrists,
"I'm sorry, Luigi. I wish you would've talked to me." Mario's voice became hard again, but his eyes never gave away anger. He gently wrapped the scars with a bandage and let go of his brother's wrists.
"You're mad, I know it." Luigi says sadly,
"No, I'm just disappointed. I better not see a third one. You hear me? I mean it, Luigi." Mario looked at his brother; sadness filled his eyes, not once did Luigi look at his brother. Mario took Luigi's face in his hand and turned towards him, "You hear me?"
"Loud and clear." Luigi finally says, giving in.
"Good...Come here." Mario then, pulled his younger brother into a long, meaningful hug.

Ugh, I had to. K'? I'm NOT trying to be rude or anything. Please, be nice! I'm so sorry, Luigi! Mario's there to help! Speak now!
If you look carefully on Luigi's wrist, you can see the scar.

"..And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel..." - "Scars" Papa Roach