My brother.

I'm scared in my own home. I'm scared of my mother, my father and now my brother but its not only verbally any more - it's physically. I can't really 'hold my own' since I'm stick thin and have weak bones. And it isn't just a few punches or hits here and there - oh no. It is straight for the neck. I'm scared of him.  He wishes I wasn't here. Sometimes it's just the way he looks at me. I think my own brother may actually kill me.

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