It started when I was four. My mom had my aunt Julie babysitting me while she was in labor, so we played with my barbies. When I went to go see my mom in the hospital she said that it was a boy and his name was Kylan Lloyd O'Hara.I knew there was something wrong with him as soon as I saw him. He gave me this...look. It gave me the chills, but I thought, whatever and shook it off. Now I don't remember much but I do remember that look and the fact that it was, of course, the beginning of my problems.
As Kylan grew up he got physical.With everyone...even me which hurt cause at one point he was my only friend.He did dumb things and soon I knew that it wasn't going to stop and that until I move out things weren't going to get better...no matter what I did.Over the years being near my brother was painful for me so I stayed away as much as possible.I went to my dads, my nanny's house, my job anything to get away from him to keep the fire out of my throat.
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Cracked And Crumbled.
Short StoryThis is a story about a girl who has a mentally challenged brother who is an unpredictably predictable person you will ever meet and she is the only person who sees it and itś driving her mad.How she deals with it is unknown to even her and she does...
