My sad story

chapter two: the day he changed

My brother. Like I've said before, he was the nicest, most caring boy ever, I loved him like the brother that he is, he was brave and trusting, he was sweet and non-bad... but that all changed when he was 3 years old in pre-school...

I was 5 years old and my brother was still in pre-school...

One day, I was already out of school, but my brother was still in school, me and my mom were at home just chillin' and then my mom got a call from my brother's school, it turns out that my brother had gotten a little sick and a huge headache. We went to go pick him up and he was so ill, that we had to carry him to the car.

After he got rid of his sickness a few days after and he became the... total... opposite... he became a coward, a bad person, mean and selfish! I hated him! And I still do! No! Wait! I'm not saying I hate him, I'm just saying that if he got hit by a bus, I WOULD BE RIDING THE BUS!!

Honestly, he started kicking, hitting, punching, slapping and pushing me every day! I have been bullied by my brother since I was five! It hurt me very time! I cried myself to sleep! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! He decided to stop sleeping at my dad's house and that he needed help getting from one place to another... inside the house! Because he was scared of the dark! He used to be brave!

And from bad he became worse...

He started to say everything about me and then he called his friends... and they destroyed everything I ever owned... for this I hated them as well...

He became the bad child that always got in trouble, but I was still the nice one, and soon that became to change as well...

His torturing was something I couldn't take, I just stood up for myself, I just told him to stop, nothing else, I was nice to him and didn't touch him, all I did was stand up for myself...

All I want is my brother back, but that never did happen...