6.5

I walk down the stairs and I can feel Oscar following me. I don’t mind it that much because the door is in the same direction.

I reach down stairs, John and Kevin are in the living room watching TV while Mike is in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to look for food.

“Are you done with your tantrum?” Mike ask while I close the fridge because there is no food. I take a glass of water and ignore him. “I asked you a question.” He demands an answer.

“I am not in the mood.” I say without any emotion while I look him dead in the eyes. I sigh and decide to leave the kitchen. I feel a hand grab mine roughly causing me to whimper in pain while I am forcefully turned around to face Mike again. He tightens his grip on my wrist hurting me. Another had grabs Mike’s to stop him from pulling me.

“Let her go.” Oscar demands while he squeezes Mike’s wrist.

“Stay out of this.” Mike demand.

“You know what Mike. I am done with your bullshit behavior. Let your sister go. You are hurting!” I hear John shout from behind me. I turn and he is standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his arms crossed across his chest and Kevin is standing besides him.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Mike say rudely while I squeezed my wrist tighter. I gasp in pain while I feel hot burning liquid run down my face.

“Mike let go. Your hurting me.” I say while I try to pull my hand away but his grip tightens and Oscar also tightens his grip on Mike’s wrist, I can see that is hurts him because he is biting his tongue.

“Seriously this is no way of treating your sister. Let her go.” John demands while he walks closes to us.

“Fuck you John.” Mike say and suddenly a fist comes flying across my face and landing on Mike. He stumbles back while letting go of my hand. I rub my wrist in shock while I look for how throw the punch and it was Oscar. I turn and leave the situation.

I head to my bedroom and I can feel someone following me. I turn to see Oscar behind me.

”Leave me alone, I’m fine.” I say while I still feel the tears falling down my eyes, they are not stopping.

“How can you tell me to leave you alone when you are like this?” He asks in concern but I don’t care if he cares right now.

“I have been doing this by myself-“ I am cut short.

“And how has that been working out for you?” Oscar interrupts, leaving me speechless. I clear my thoart and look at him.

“I will be fine. I don’t need your help.” I tell him.

“Why won’t you just let me help you? You clearly need!” He argues.

“I don’t want help based on pity. I just want to go to my room and be alone. Is that so much to ask for?!” I argue back and he stands the dumbfounded. He has been rendered speechless.

“While you are at why don’t you just dig yourself a whole and go kill yourself, you fucking bitch! No one wants you and I am sure no one will miss!”Mike shouts from the kitchen and those word stab me in my heart. All I could do was respond a small “I know.”

I walk up to my room and slam the door. I fall to my knees and cry uncontrollably while I grab a razor from under my bed and press it against my skin hard.