I played with Mariam. She smiled and tossed me up in the air again. I gently floated down after I touched the ceiling. Giggling, she caught me in her arms again, and she patted me. I smiled and hugged her tight. The green stains still never left my skin, but she didn't care or mention them. She saw how painful they were to me. How I hated to look at them. Mariam laid me down in the fluffy bed I called mine, and she put the blankets over me.

Goodnight!

I smiled and covered myself in the blankets. They smelt like child perfume from the store down the street. I'm not sure what else I expected. I smell like the perfume too. I yawned, nuzzled my face into the pillow, and fell asleep.

My brother woke me up. He was close to me, almost on top of me. I saw something in his hands. I tried to look, but he didn't let me.

Hey, ######, I wanna show you something!

I tilted my head, and I saw he pulled out a knife. It looked exactly like the one in our kitchen that I had just used earlier that night. My eyes widened as I backed up. I tried to sit up, but he kept forcing me down. I was crying and struggling for my life. My brother laughed and I kept crying, kicking, and hitting. He brought the knife closer, and I realized.

Calm down, it's just fake!

He laughed as he pulled the knife away to reveal a joke knife. The blade pushed into the handle, and the blade was plastic. He got up.

You should have seen your face!

He walked away, laughing still. I sat there, bedsheets messed up, my lamp on, and my face full of tears. I looked at my phone and I saw the time. 11:23 pm.