I woke up around 9:15AM. My father bellowed from his room for me to check the water level in the pool. As I walked past M to check the levels, my eyes didn't believe what they saw. At what I first perceived to be a toy in the pool became L's lifeless body. I ran over to the pool as fast as my unprotected feet would allow me. I grabbed his cold blue body which was floating above the water and put him as gently as I could on the floor. As I started chest compressions I called for my parents help. My mother, of all people, took over. I called 9-1-1 and began to break down.
As I spoke to investigators, they congratulated me on my courage, but hid from them the fact that I was raped the night before. I knew what was bound to happen. If I came clean, I would have been removed from the home. With 3 younger brothers that is what I wanted to avoid. This was the only day I thought about ending it all.
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Sacrifice at 12
Non-FictionThis is my own personal account of trying to save my younger brother's life
