Save me again

Quietly squeezing the edges of the blood-soaked T-shirt. He felt this cold, as if not from the tiles in the bathroom, but from the tombstone in which he is buried. A couple of incisions under his ribs, a couple of new scars, a couple that in the future will help his brothers kill him from the inside. The blade is thrown somewhere in the corner. He wasn't watching. He didn't see. His own body seems both too small and too big. He slept without falling asleep. He looked without seeing. Eyes were covered with a veil of tears. He hadn't cried in a very long time. He didn't believe he could do it again, but life showed that - Haha, I don't give a damn about you from a high tower - and told him to sob so loudly that no one could hear. He clutched himself with his hands, sitting in the invisible light of the searchlights burning through his soul. He knew that the team would be back in at least an hour, but he hoped that they would make it before he lost contact with this rotten world. He whispered with his lips— Andrew...Save me... — Again. But the whisper disappeared into the cool room. The head met the tile with a bang. He didn't have time to call. He didn't have time to say yes.