This review is directed towards your brother. After reading this story, he really pisses me off.

You fucking hotsy-totsy fucking Nazi bitch, for the sake of the future of all mankind, you should gouge your eyes our with your only pencil and then throw it away and then beat your self with your computer monitor. Then you should come over to my house and let Rogue Warrior pour hot grease on your genitals while I carve my name in your back with a hot butter knife and then hang you from our front tree and while you're choking I want to shoot poisonous arrows at you and cut you down just in time before you run out of air so I can torture you more for being such a piece of shit, you dumbass. We should put you in a giant oven and roast you till you are charred black and crispy and then we will drink your blood, chew your flesh and then feed it to the rats and give the dogs your worthless you might like that, knowing what I wanna do to him.

Take care.

The details are horrifying, yet beautifull dark. Oh yeah, if you do get pregnant from a sibling who shares a the same blood, then your baby will be abnormal or something, sorry I forgot the word. Ya, that was just a fact I picked up while watching the Discovery Channel.

Is this a true story? If so I'm so sorry that it had to happen to you. No one deserves to be sexually abused and yet it still happens. However, a lot people who had that happen to them make the mistake of taking their own lives. How will that solve anything? Taking the easy way out is a coward's doing. You will be just a memory...and no one will get a chance to love you. If one is screaming for help they should get help...not sit around and continue what they are doing. That is the beauty of being a human being...if you hate something about your life, you can do something about it...you make not think you can but you have the ability. How do I know this? I've had my own share of pain...but not nearly as bad as yours. Fortunately, I'm not dead yet, and I don't plan to be for a long time. I'm constantly in a mental battle with myself. But somehow I still remain friendly and optumistic. I guess what I'm trying to say is "There are two types of people in this world: people who are pessimistic and cry over what they had, and people who are optumistic and enjoy what is already in front of them." By the way, if this is a true story or something like...ingore what I just said.

As you get this out of yourself you are going to feel better, but just take care how you tell it and to who. You are my best friend and I am glad I could be there for you. Memories lessen as times go by and you will someday possibly forgive, but never forget. Stay strong and do not keep anything inside that you want to say. You are stronger then you think and you have come a long way so do not think of giving up. I am here for you and will always be here to pick you back up and push you forward.

Aww..poor girl. Make a new chapter and let her kill him! Slowly...very slowly.