My brother Alex punched me screaming "get out get out, I hate you don't ever talk to me again". I ran out of his room and in to mine, slamming the door behind me. I lied on my bed and started sobbing until my throat ached. His words kept flashing in my head, how could he hate his little sister? I trusted him, what did I ever do to hurt him so badly. The one and only thing I ever did to him was make fun of the fact that he broke his ankle falling out of a tree, that was two years ago. I was fifteen and stupid, how could I have even thought to insult the only person that hasn't abandoned me when I needed Alex the most.
