My dad left the room an let me change. He came in when I was done and didn't say a word but beat me. Against the wall and my head bashed against my mirror. * flashback* I saw Kayla. My 3 year old sister. 3 years difference. 10 yers ago. She had mis behaved and I sat on the couch playing my puzzle game. My dad pushed her against the wall an threw her on the floor. I was so young. I remember every detail. She cried for me to help but I sat on the couch. I was only 3 years older than her. My mom had gone with my brother to a baseball game. Kayla was left there screaming and bleeding. When my dad left te room I ran to her and gave her kisses and hugs. I tried to help her but I couldn't. She died in my arms. I didn't know what to do and when my mom and brother got home, they found her. Alone with me. *reality* "STOP" I finally scream. "What?" My dad asks. "U killed Kayla and mom I don't know how I can live with you" I rush out with my face bruised and bleeding and run to Harry's house to see him. He can always make me feel better.