Scoring 11

The color pink- Fidah

I hated wearing the color pink. I hated it as much as I hated watching the blood spew from my brother's mouth, as my father beat him half to death because of a mistake that I made.

I hated being told that the color red was for boys. I hated it as much as I hated being seven years old and helpless against my brother's best friend. I hated being told I was asking for it by my father. I hated being told. I hated. I just fucking hated.

This world is an awful place. I learned that at a young age. 'Moving to cork will be fresh start', my brother repeated over and over in the car. No it won't. The world is just as fucked up there, I know it. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a bleeding eejit.

"Fid?" My brother called out snapping me from my thoughts. I took out my headphones, turning to face him in the drivers seat. "Hm?" I push a strand of hair behind my ear.

Aidan gave me a sad smile. "Look, fid. This is going to good for us," he cleared his throat, taking a moment to convince himself more than me. "We'll be happy here." Aidan turned back to look at the road, revealing the scar my father had left on the right side of his neck, where he tried to slit my brother's throat.

The bastard tried to murder my brother because I fought back. I hit my father back. My brother came home. My brother almost died. Every time my brother was beaten and starved was because of me. I did this to him. I'm making him leave his friends behind in Dublin.

After what felt like an eternity of a car ride, we pull up to our new home. I let out a breath as I look over it from my spot in the car. It's a small one story home with two bedrooms. It isn't the nicest looking but it beats my last home. I'm just grateful to be here. To get a chance to even start this new chapter of my life. To be alive.

I begin to help my brother unpack the car, taking our things in our home. Eventually I follow my brother up to the biggest room. Well, it's not 'huge', but it does have its own bathroom. "A, come on you don't have too-," he cuts me off. "Hey, you're my baby sister. I want whatever makes you happy. Take the damn room?" He smirks.

Aidan got a new job in cork. It supposedly pays a lot. I'm happy not my brother I am, but when I found out he was paying thousands of dollars to get me into some private school I flipped.

I let out a reluctant breath and nod. "Thanks A. For all of this. I know it must've been so hard leaving everything behind." I tug on the sleeves of my black hoodie. All Aidan gives me is a small smile before he walks away.