Hi my name is Emma but everyone calls me Emmy. I'm 17 years old and I have four big brothers. Their names are Max, Sam, Josh, and Jojo. They are fraternal, so no they don't look alike, and they are 27 years old. Unfortunately, my parents died in a car crash about 6 months ago, just before I turned 17. Because of this, I am kind of depressed...well more like a lot depressed. My parents died for crying out loud, how would you feel? Anyway sorry for lashing out but, I have no outlet for this heavy pain I feel. Now my brothers are my legal guardians. It's not the worst but they're overprotective, and NOT my parents. This is the story of how my brothers use age play to rid me of my depression.
I never thought I would be in this position. Fighting a battle I can't win, facing a future I can't control. Finally happy with the life I live while being faced with the possibility that I won't survive it.
Yet here I am. Forced to confront the ghost of my mothers death, my tormentor of nine years, and a truth I wish I could forget.
For the first time in my life, I want to live. But how do I do that when every day could be my last? How do I find out who I really am when I've spent so long pretending to be someone I wasn't, out of survival?
This is my story. And yet I'm not sure I'll survive it.