This is a story about the day when my father died in 2005.
At that time, my brother had sexually assaulted me, who had lost my father.
At the time, my brother was a middle school student
And I was an elementary school student.
Hearing his words not to tell anyone, I buried it for over a decade.
And that memory came to mind when I forgot
And noticed that it was a sexual assault.
When I was thinking about who to speak to,
I picked up a cell phone and sent a message to my mom to speak to my mom.
And after a while, my mom called me.
When my mom asked, 'Is that true,' I replied that it was true.
After that, I asked a few questions and said,
'I'll have to get your brother out of the house later.'
And the phone that hung up and went a few times.
Rest assured, she listened to me.
It was a shame to think about that day.
Why did I do that then?
I was too young back then.
If a 13-year-old middle school boy brother attempted to
Sexually assault a 10-year-old elementary school girl sister-
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No matter whether you are my brother, the criminal robber,
I am your sister, and you are my family,
Crime is a crime, and sexual assault is a sexual assault.
I'm going to expose this to everyone if you tried to get over this easily.
No matter what I say as a psychopath, don't look at me so funny.
Because you have already crossed the line.
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Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain
Fanfiction망가진 뇌의 영원한 상상 Tada! Introducing my OCs and Stories that contain my delusion. Caution! : I use Naver Papago Translator or Google Translator! There may be a mistranslation.