The Troubles With Life

Prologue

I was the youngest child in my family. The most loved. The most cuddled. Yet I found myself filled with misery. I hated life and I hated myself. I wanted to die.
I had three older siblings. Two brothers and an elder sister. My Father was a very strict man. He wanted to make us all good, wise human beings. His intentions were pure but his methods were tough. He punished us at the smallest mistakes. I was the youngest and by the time I was born, my father relaxed a bit. He was still strict but he loosened up a little. He was especially kind to me and loved me dearly. Every night, when he returned from his office, I used to flung myself in his arms. Then he talked and played with me the entire night. My childhood passed in a blur. But as soon a I entered teenage, I found myself the target of my sister's continued hatred and jealousy. Beth was the oldest and had suffered the most at my Father's hand. She had been punished by him severely many times and it made her hate him. My brothers suffered too but both had calm natures and they handled the beatings and scoldings pretty well.But my sister had inherited my father's short temper and intolerance and often got into serious fights with him. My father, no matter how strict he was, loved her dearly too and was heart broken because of her behavior. But he was a man of a large ego and he couldn't forgive her.
My mother had a very sensitive nature. She was the complete opposite of our father. She argued with my father about his way of bringing us up but he did not like to be reprimended. So he fought with her. I remember those times when I used to wake up at night because of my father's screaming. My extremely sensitive mother started to cry whenever he screamed and this enraged him even more. All of us siblings used to stand in a huddle at their door, not sure what to do. My mother loved my father and tried to change his nature many times but she didn't succeed. She however softened him up a little by the time I was born.
My sister hated me because I got dad's love and she didn't. She blamed my father because of his behavior towards my mom. She wanted to be loved by him but dad didn't know. He never realized how much he had hurt her by his past behavior and her present attitude didn't help much. She didn't exactly hate me. She was more like jealous of me and she made it her life's mission to make my life a living hell.