True P.O.V

Chaos indeed.

The second I walked through the door I wished I hadn't. Mom had a panicked look on her face, Chris was mad and worried, the twins tried to act unfazed but I knew they were worried about their younger sibling. Bryan was the baby of the family.

After I closed the door, everyone turned to me. Mom looked at Bryan with relief, then she looked at me. Relief would not be the word to describe the look she gave me. More like hatred, yep that's the look my mother gave me. Wonderful.

I went and laid Bryan on the couch next to the twins, who looked at me with disgust, I ignored it. I turn around to get slapped across the face. My face turned to the side and I had to hold back tears. Not because of the slap, but because who hit me. My mom.

"You! You're the reason my son came home late!" She yelled at me before slapping me again. I refused to let the tears fall in front of her. Then Chris walked up.

And gifted me with a lovely punch to the stomach, and managed to hit the spot I had glass shoved. I wanted to drop to my knees and cry myself to death, which would be better for everyone but I held strong, not letting the tears blurring my vision fall.

"You bastard! You don't have the fuckin right to kept my brother out this late! I don't want him on the same shit you are." Chris yelled. Oh yeah, my brother started the rumor that I took drugs, which I don't but since Chris is the king of the school everyone believed him. Everyone except Claire and Kyle, who knew me to well to believe I'd take drugs.

"Go to your room!!!!" My mother yelled at my face, waking the sleeping Bryan who noticed me clenching my stomach first.

"True??" He asked confused. I ignored him and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I let the tears fall as I did, it was ok because no one in this house would see these tears. I clenched my stomach tighter. Chris messed something up. I run into my room, not slamming the door because it would anger my family even more than they already were. I couldn't take any more punches to the stomach.

I flicked my tiny lamp on and lifted my shirt. I saw blood, lots of it, pouring from the spot that once had glass slammed into it. And fuck it hurt like hell. Hm, I wonder what hell feels like. Must be painful.

I knew I was crying but I didn't mutter a word. I simply leaned my head against the door to my room and closed my eyes.

Normal families didn't punch their kids. Normal families would be grateful I picked up my brother. No, I got punished. In mom's eyes, I was responsible. In Chris's eyes, he was supposed to be the hero, not me. To him, I was stealing his spotlight. But when I was in the spotlight all I ever got was hurt, thus why I stay in the shadows, To avoid their unwanted attention.

All there attention was unwanted.

I don't know how long I sat there and cried but I stopped when I heard a quiet knock on my door. I sighed, rubbing the tears away. None of my family members were allowed to know they hurt me so much I cried.

I pulled myself from the ground, turned, and opened my door to see Bryan standing there. But his eyes didn't meet mine, they met my shirtless chest, covered in blood. I forgot I had taken my shirt off, or to put new wrapping on. I knew he was about to scream. I put the hand, not covered in blood, over his mouth yanked him in my room and closed the door behind me.

When I let go of my brother's mouth he was nearly hyperventilating.

"Shh, shh calm down Bryan. I'm fine." I say comforting, It didn't seem to work.

"W-who d-d-did th-this t-to y-y-o-ou?" He asked stuttering and shaking ever so slightly. And this is why I don't tell my siblings about my old scars...and more recent ones, like what Bryan just saw.

"Bryan, look at me. I'm fine it was just an accident with Kyle, I'm honestly ok." I said whipping the freshly fallen tears that erupted from my brother's eyes. "But promise me something, Bryan." He looked up me up and looked me in the eyes before slowly nodding his head back and forth. "Bryan you can't tell anyone, not Chris, Madisyn, Michael, Mom or Dad or anyone of your friends at school." He looked like he was about to protest but I put a finger to his lips. "Bryan promise me."

Bryan bit his lips but slowly nodded. I then realized that he was shocked. I pulled Bryan to the floor and rubbed his hair in a soothing gesture of affection. I rubbed his head until he fell asleep on my lap.

When he finally fell asleep I lifted him up, cradling him bridal style and walked towards his room quietly, not wanted to gather the attention of any of my siblings.

I walk into Bryan's green colored room. I loved how they designed his room. It had dark green carpets and light mint green curtains. His bedspread was a mixture of greens, in a tie-dye sort of way. I walk over to his bed and laid him down on the sheets.

I rubbed his hair off his forehead and kissed his forehead before stepping back and walking back towards my room quickly. I didn't see any of my siblings before walking into my room and closing the door.

I pull out my box of medical kit and yanked out my bottle of cleansing alcohol and rubbed it on my wound like Karin had told me to if I needed to, I always needed to reapply the stuff Karin did because someone always harmed me again and reopened the wound. It's amazing that I'm still alive and how my wounds have actually healed, I really should have died by now.

Oh wait, that was suicidal me talking. The internet says to ignore the voices. I don't get voices. It's fact. Everyone hates me and those who don't, don't deserve having to deal with me and my shit. They deserve to be happy. But didn't I?