Most people experience bullying through people from school or from social media.

For me though this takes a whole different route.

My story begins at home. The one place where you're supposed to be loved. Honestly, I don't know if this counts as bullying but I would just really like to share this with someone even if they're behind a screen.

My own brother bullies me. Hits me, kicks me, spits on me, punches me, and says hurtful words that people shouldn't hear. I don't understand how it all started but all I want to know is when is it gonna end.

My family isn't oblivious to the harm. My parents have noticed at few times and grounded both of us for arguing, little did they know that he physically hurts me. There was this once incident where my brother pushed me and I had the courage to push back. Unfortunately he's 5 years older than me and he's taller then me so that backfired. My dad made him leave. ( not permentally) but of course my mom told him to stay.

He doesn't understand that the words he says, hurt.

He doesn't understand that the words he says, cause me to cut.

He doesn't understand that the words he says, makes me believe them.

Music saved me. I always feel so happy when the teacher says we can listen to music. Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Of Mice and Men, and a few others are always there for me.

I understand that my story isn't that bad enough compared to other bullying stories, but that doesn't make it right.

In case you're wondering, Yes. I am still being bullied by my brother it's not as bad but it's still going on. I hope that one day instead of hitting each other, we'll be hugging each other.