Not Quite So Average
I was convinced that my brother, Phillip, had been swapped with the evil spawn of the devil. That boy was evil and his cruelty was beginning to chafe on my sanity.
Phillip was stocky and built in an excessively large frame. He had terrorized me before I was even old enough to talk, let alone sit up.
When I was three, Phillip used took all of my Barbie dolls and microwave them until they were nothing but a gloppy plastic mess. When I was five, he banged my head against the sink in the bathroom a few times with violent force. When I was eight, he picked me up and dropped me, which resulted in a broken arm. When I was eleven, Phillip pushed me down and I got a deep slash on my leg where now, a long scar ran. When I was fifteen, he took my bra to our school and hung it from the flagpole. I was laughed at for the entire semester.
I was now sixteen years of age, with the remnants of Phillip's cruelty etched into my skin, forever. I know what most people are thinking righ