Your older brother, Scara, completely hated your guts. From the second you were born to now, he made sure to make your life a living hell. You weren't sure what you did to upset him. Whether it being because he had to share your parents attention, or if he was now responsible for another person. He was only two years older than you, but he treated you as if you were still a little kid. He tormented you whenever he could and would always play innocent afterwards. You hated being alone anywhere with him because it just gave him more time to poke fun at you or make you have a new insecurity.

You two were left home alone, your parents having some time to themselves. You were simply laying on the couch and watching the TV until he walked over to you and shut it off. He tugged at your shirt, bringing your face up to his and squinted his eyes. He set you down harshly and scoffed, making some snarky comment about how lazy you were. You didn't say anything other than roll your eyes and continue with what you were doing. Not long after it broke into a huge fight. You were shoving each other around and arguing. He had you up against a closed door, his grip tight on your shirt as he spoke through his teeth in a harsh tone.

"You little--Ugh. You make my life a living hell. Don't you think it'd be better if you were to just leave?!"