Patton's perspective

*Flashback*

"Daddy? What's wrong with mommy?" I asked pulling on my father's sleeve.

"Get your hand off me!" My dad yelled, startling me and making me move my hand away from shock. Dad never used to be like this I thought to myself. Something is wrong I realized. I looked around at the hospital we were in. We were supposed to be here and be happy because mommy was going to deliver the baby! But, why is everyone crowding around mommy? Why is everyone looking at me with sympathy in their eyes? I thought we were supposed to be happy! What happe-Oh no. It was then that I heard the cry of a baby....and an ear piercing noise. I looked at the heart rate monitor that was positioned next to mommy. The line.......was flat.

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It has been 6 years since mommy died. Virgil, my brother, is 6 years old. I am 12. After mommy died, daddy went crazy. He left me alone in the house to look after my brother a lot, and when he was home, he physically and verbally abused my brother. Sometimes he yelled at me, but he mostly focused on Virgil. He blamed Virgil for mommy's death. Whenever Virgil had an anxiety attack or a mental breakdown, I calmed him down. I don't know how I was able to do it. It came like second nature. 

When I saw depressed and scared he was I decided, on that day, that I would suppress my feelings in order to make him feel better.

That was the worst mistake of my life.

But I made a promise.

And I would never break a promise