"What the hell happened?" Noah asked. He looked sorry. What? No? That can't be right. 

I didn't reply. 

All of my brothers looked shocked. 

Their gaze went from the knife that was still in my hand, to my bloody arm, to my red, swollen eyes. 

My hand was now shaking. I stopped crying. 

Noah grabbed the knife out of my hand. And Max picked me up and carried me to the closest bedroom, which was Daniel's. 

He put me down on the bed. "Tell us what happened." He said. 

I didn't answer. I stood quiet. 

"Hello? Dimwit, answer us!" Max said. Noah sighed. 

"Let me talk to her," Daniel said. 

The boys agreed and walked out of the room, shutting the bedroom door behind them. 

Daniel sat down on the bed, next to me. He turned his attention to me, and only me. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Seriously? What's wrong? What's wrong is that you and our other stupid, idiotic brothers continue to bully me and abuse me. And if that's not enough, I get bullied at school a lot too, mom and dad could give a fudge about me, and I have become suicidal and depressed because of you four idiotic, judgmental, stupid bullies! I wish I wasn't your stupid little sister! Because I know that's all I am is just a sad, dumb, fat and ugly girl. That's all I am. So, don't tell me otherwise, I wouldn't believe you anyways. After everything you guys have said to me, it's made me believe those things. And I love you, but you make me so sad." I said. 

I can't completely hate my brother...oops! Brothers, I meant. I mean, we're still related. 

He had a look of sympathy in his eyes. Which was unusual. "El," he began. But, I cut him off. "Where did I put my knife?" I asked looking around the room. "Uh, the boys took it. Why? Why do you need it?" Daniel said.

 "I just do. Give it to me." I said. 

I want to hurt myself. It makes me feel alive, even though it could make me feel dead. I can't stop it, I'm addicted. 

"No." Daniel said. 

I frowned. "Fine, then I'll get it myself!" I said, as I bolted up from the bed and ran to the bedroom door. I quickly opened the door and ran as fast as I could down the stairs. 

"Who took my knife?" I asked. 

"Noah." Jack answered. 

I glared at Noah. "Give it to me." I said. "Nope, I'm not letting you hurt yourself, little sis." He said. 

"Oh, so it's okay for you guys to hurt me but I'm not allowed to hurt myself?" I asked. 

I'm confused. 

"Exactly." He said. 

Daniel came running down the stairs. 

It's about time, Daniel. 

"I know you all hate me. Mom and dad hate me. But, I need to tell you all something, so listen closely! I want to die. I don't want to be here. I want to escape. And I'm not going to let you stop me. You've all hurt me enough. I don't need more pain. I'm leaving." I said. 

Jack walked up to me. "You can't just walk off and leave, and you have no place to go." He said.

"You don't care about me. None of you do. None of you ever did, except for when we were younger, but I don't know what changed. I'll find somewhere to go, eventually. Don't come looking for me, but I know you guys wouldn't come looking for me anyways." I said. 

They all frowned. They looked shocked. 

Until, Jack took another step closer to me. Which caused me to take a step back. He took another step forwards, so I took another step, backward. Every step he took, he was closer to me. 

Until, I backed away one more time, and I backed into a wall. I was trapped. 

He smirked. Ugh! It's another evil grin! Are you kidding me?!

"Well, this should be fun. For me, at least." He said. Then, he punched me right in the stomach. Ow! Okay, that one really hurt. 

Then, he slapped my face repeatedly. "S-stop!" I stuttered. "Nope." He said. 

My brothers were just watching. Daniel looked sad. Something that I didn't see very often. Besides, when I look in the mirror. 

Noah was confused. And Max was laughing. Of course he was. The oldest brothers are always the worst. 

I decided to fight back. I pushed him. He fell onto the couch. He looked pissed at me. 

What happened? I mean, last night he was so...nice. But now, he's a jerk!

I noticed the front door was unlocked. I took the opportunity, and I ran to the front door. Noah grabbed my arm, as I was opening the door. I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could, which caused him to let go. And then I ran, slamming the front door behind me. 

Finally, I'm free! For now...