When I was twelve, two of my older brothers started a new trend in my family. They decided to ignore me for two years. After that, it caught on. Seeing the pain and loneliness it caused me, my other ten brothers decided to join in. Those were the worst eleven years of my life.
My brothers had always been mean to me. They would scare me, kick me, hide my clothes, and prank me. Anytime I complained to Mother and Father, they would say,"You're such a baby, Hans!" or "Stop lying." Sometimes, they would even help plan out the pranks to fit my daily schedule. Everywhere I went, there was something new. The pain I felt in my heart was so immense it made my stomach ache. It hurt me so bad to know I hadn't a single family member that loved me.
I decided to give these two boys a nickname. I called them the Stabbington Brothers, behind their backs of course. They had caused me so much pain and loneliness it had felt as if someone stabbed me.
Here I am now, twenty four and in the Southern Isles Dungeon, telling you about the one year I thought would be good.
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