I guess I'll just begin at the beginning. My mom called me at 4am crying and begging me to come over. My brother was flipping out (again) So I get dressed and off I go. I get there and walk into the house and there is class all over, blood everywhere and my brother is screaming and yelling. Apparently he lost his wallet at the bar, and the mother of his daughter turned him down after leading him on telling him she already has a boyfriend and that the new boyfriend cares more about her and her daughter than my brother does. Somehow I get my mom to leave and go to my house, and I stay there to make sure my brother is safe. He punched the picture frame urn of my father and was bleeding uncontrollably. There was literally blood everywhere. It looked like someone had been murdered in the house. I stayed, he calmed down a bit and went to bed, and I cleaned up all the class and blood. My mom stayed at my house that night. I just don't know what to do to help my brother. He has so much anger and he gets violent like that too often. He is 28 and still has not grown out of his temper. I myself and suffering my own battle with depression and anxiety and I am having a hard time handling this situation. My brother was screaming that he hates everything and everyone and he hates himself. He hates where he came from and he wants to die. Wishes he were never born. I don't know what to do. I am afraid if I call the cops my brother will hurt them(he is psycho) or they will shoot him. I just don't know what to do. My mom is afraid to go home, and I am seeing his blood all over the place everytime I cloes my eyes. I have dreams about him killing himself all the time. I don't know what to do.
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