Ren. [ENG]

25th August 2013

Dear diary,
Yes, I forgot you for other months.
My uncle went to the beach for a week, finally there is peace in this house.
I'm trying to help Tommaso heal from selective mutism, it's not easy.
I need to tell you a story happened about a month ago.
We were all at home, Tommaso took yet another bad grade at school and my uncle began to hurl all his anger on him with his fucking belt, I without thinking twice pushed Thomas putting me in his place.
I humiliated myself by begging him to punish me.
Everything that happened next is definable empty; Thomas chased a scream as soon as the belt touched my skin.
Time stopped, our uncle froze, turning to him.
...
..
...and then...
..
...
The inexplicable.
David Burton approached my brother and stroked his cheek.
At that moment I seemed to be in an empty room with white walls, without any noise, just my breath gasped for pain.
After this moment that seemed interminable the uncle returned to me and resumed his work.
One shot after another, my knees gave out, my favorite shirt tore, my emotions were burning.
I have only one question. Why?! Why is he acting so...?
-R.