Hurt Part 1

I sat there and watched the other side of the room intently, noticing every single little detail. A huge crack in my wall caused by where i had my head banged against it multiple times until my head bled and i screamed bloody murder. The blood stained carpet where i was shot in the shoulder by my drunken brother. The rips in the flowered wall paper where my brother scratched the words, “i’ll see you in hell you little brat”. The picture of my parents my brother and I before they died.
My brother wasn't always like this, he used to be happy and nice, that was a year ago before our parents died. I was 16 he was 20 and still living with us while he earned enough to buy a house. Even back then i always knew that there was something about him didn't quite understand about him. The night my parents died he completely snapped he turned to me and hit me so many times it caused a trip to the E.R. He told the doctors that i tripped and fell down a flight of stairs, that wasn't the case.
I got up and walked to my mirror the dark circles under my eyes seemed to illuminate through the darkness. I looked down and could see my ribs stand out broadly through the thin fabric in which i could hardly call a shirt. As i studied my ribs i realized i hadn't eaten in days. I honestly didn't care. I always tried to wear nail polish on my fingernails to hide the fact that they were an odd color indicating that my body was lacking nutrition. My brother came into my room to deliver my daily beatings. I was unaware he entered the room as I felt a hand pulling my hair and head back.