It's been since I can remember. Everyday I would come home and be beaten by my brother. I would lie to people in town or kids at school and say, "I fell down the stairs." or "i walked into a wall." I made myself seem like a klutz. That was just the beginning though, the real horror was just beginning.
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Dont Try And Save Me
HorrorAn abusive brother and a terrifying creature in one house? Well shit.
