You were the youngest sibling in the family. Since your parents died, it had been just you and your four older brothers. You never did anything to them, nothing bad at all, but they hated you regardless.

“They’re so useless,” Jeremy, the older brother said one morning, all of them were on the couch in the living room.

“I can't believe they’re our sibling,” Liam, second older brother, muttered.

“I hate them, they should’ve died instead of mom and dad.” Noah, the third older brother, said as they all talked about you.

“Yeah, I agree.” Oliver, the fourth older brother, said coldly, not even looking up from his phone.

You saw them laugh together in the living room. The same brothers who hadn’t smiled at you in months. You had enough. If they didn’t want you here, you’d give them what they wanted. You put on your jacket and shoes and you tied a bedsheet to your bed, threw it out the window, and left.