Whew. After everything that happened tonight, I can't possibly sleep.
I was waiting outside of the dance studio, waiting for my brother to pick me up and he was taking a long time. So I phoned his cell and it rung for about 1 minute and then it just cut out. [I didn't know this but the same time it cut out he smashed it on the ground]. So then I called home and his girlfriend picke up the phone and said, "Mark had a breakdown, Andrew is coming to get you." and then hung up. So I'm thinking, "..oh crap, not again." So, it's 15 to 10pm and still no sign of Andrew. So I phoned my mom who was working downtown and she was explaining to me that Mark and Jen (Mark's girlfriend....we're both Jennies...confusing) were fighting when Mark had another one of his episodes. He threw a rock through his car windshield, smashed his phone and punched a couple of holes in the wall.
Andrew was somewhere else so he had to walk back to the house to get the car to come pick me up, he then drove to my mom's work and Andrew was going to fill in for her while my mom drove us back to the house.
She said she might have to send him to Eric Martin, the physchiatric center. Now, that scared the crap out of me.
She ended up calling the Crisis Hotline, and these two people came out to talk to him (after he said he lost all trust in my mom for not telling him that they were coming, and he tried to run away). They talked to him for about 20 minutes and then they all (Mark and the two people) came back in saying that Mark had agreed to get some help and that he was going to call this lady (can't remember the name) to get help.
Well, we've had him agree to this before and when the people had left Mark would just laugh and say, "See how great an actor I am?"
So we told them that Mark probably wouldn't do it. So they said that if he didn't, then they would come back.
Ahh, so after alot of crying, punches, attempts to kill ones self, and more crying...it's ...er..kinda resolved.
But ahh, I'm pretty tired after all this...I just felt like getting this off my chest....
And now I've gotta sleep and then face another depressing day of school tomorrow (or as I like to call it; The Building of Useless information and Low Self Esteem)
Well, again, just saying that i"m not dead [yay]
