When your family found out your mom was pregnant with you, they were all happy. But, your father and mother wanted another boy. So when you were born..they couldn't help but hate you. Your brother, he was the only thing keeping you from harm. He was too young to move out with you still, so he did all he could, to protect you. But you barely got food, you had to do all the work, and everything you had was either really old or a hand me down, while your mom and dad bought him new stuff whenever he asked, and made sure he didn't tire himself. He felt so bad to the extent that he would ask them to buy stuff for you and actually care for you, to which he would get snapped at. He was the favorite, so to speak. Half your parents' friends don't even know they have a daughter. Now, you were 14, your brother was 17. You're currently in your room, Since your mom had "punished" you by forbidding you from coming down to dinner that night. At least you were away from your parents' snide comments. Your brothers' food had already been prepared by your parents, he got to eat whatever he wants. But he doesn't care. He gets up and heads to your room, worried. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door.