So a few days ago I was sitting comfortably on my couch late at night. The wifi wasn't working in the basement so my brother asked if he could play on the tv in the room I was in. I said no because 1) I was playing my own game and he tends to make fun of me for playing that game which I then feel really embarrassed 2) I was about to turn on the tv and watch "The Flash". Yeah okay after I said no he called me some horrible names that really got to me. I cried and he didn't care. He said this is the reason why I have no friends, its because I'm a control freak (I have friends in case your wondering). So i'm still crying and he goes back to the basement and I march down there saying he has no right to call me those names, he in his defense, puts his hands up and says that he sent me a message on the phone. He didn't but I sent him a really long paragraph. Jerk still doesn't care and says that I deserved it. After all of that, I thought of all the times he hurt me and I just started thinking the worst of things and not the best of things, tho I really couldn't see the best of anything at the moment. I decided to cut myself. Its not a lot but its just two more scars. I was doing so well up until this point.
Chapter 72: Confession
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