Confessions of a Depressed Teenager

Bullies.

Let me make something clear, I've been bullied almost all my life. There will be a couple 'stories' like this. This is just one. My brother, Edward. To me he's my hero for many reasons. He protected me through everything. We went to the same elementary school for a little. I was in first grade while my brother was in fourth, we walked home through an ally as a short cut. One day we were walking home through an ally and these four kids around twelve years old maybe middle school, walked up to us and pushed me down. My brothers reaction was to stand in front of me while I was behind him. The kids surround Edward and I start crying because I know they're going to gang up on my brother and beat him up. He put his fists up and started to fight. I sat on the floor and watched my brother fight these four big kids one by one. Finally the kids give up and back off of him and he screams out "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE" I've never seen my brother so mad. After a minute of staring at him in a mix of fear, disbelief, and proudness, I ran and hugged him. He brushed it off like no big deal. We walked home to an empty house in silence.