Living a Nightmare

Traitor Lane

WARNING: THIS NEXT PART MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS..

Age 10:
My parents were leaving to Canada for a while so they decided to leave me with my big brother for two weeks. They packed their bags and said their good byes at 6:00am to catch their plane. I went back to bed and I didn't awake until around 9:00am. I went downstairs and my brother had made coffee and pancakes. I sat down at the table across from him and drank my coffee cautiously to avoid burning myself. The pancakes were thick and moist with syrup and the coffee was quite sweet. I looked to my right and saw a crevice of morning light seep through the flowing white curtains of the back door window. Curiously I got up, put away my plate, and headed towards the back door. I placed my hand on the handle. It felt cold and smooth. Slowly, I turned the handle and stepped outside. I paused for a moment before steeping outside. It felt like it had been a long time since Ive actually took a moment to look at the outside world. I lay down on the rainbow colored hammock and gazed at the beautiful hues of greens in front of me. The crisp sunlight shone onto me and warmed up my pale skin.  I began to sway into a calm sleep when suddenly my brother came outside and started strangling me.  He looked more eager than ever and the smile on his face almost looked carved in.  I was terrified.  He took out a needle and before I could try to stop him he stabbed it into my neck.  From the neck down I began to feel numb and I couldn't move.  Then, I blacked out... When I woke up I was on the bed... and my brother... was sexually abusing me...
I screamed and cried for him to stop... But he didn't listen.... He forced me into spasms countless times and drilled that sense pleasure into me... It was a battle between the pleasure and fighting back...  I knew I had to snap out of it and fight back... It lasted for more than an hour and there was nothing I could do... He was so harsh that I began to bleed and the pain was beginning to increase... He forced his thing into my mouth and warned to shoot me if I didn't cooperate... I felt helpless and cried the whole time... Finally the injection began to wear off... My brother was still on top of me so I painfully had to roll with it... The pleasure and pain was overwhelming and my brother soon realized that the injection would wear off soon... He got off the bed to go prepare another injection and slowly I made my way to his gun on the nightstand... Finally the gun was within my reach and I quickly picked it up and shot my brother twice.... Once in the leg... And once in the head... I looked down at the gun I was holding and realized what I had just done. I screamed in terror and blacked out....