He did it again, my brother, he did it again, he hurt me, he beat me, and this time was worst than the last. I was left there, lifeless on the ground, face blackened and bruised, head pounding, overpowering my own thoughts, all I could feel was anger, and fear. No one was there to help. I could not stop crying, nor the bleeding, all I could do was lay there praying that my dad would come back, and save me, but I knew deep down no one would, no one would be there for me besides myself.
