"Jeremy he was only teasing!" My mother shouted. I watched as my 15-year- old brother sat in the corner crying.

"Damn it Matt!" I shout to our visiting cousin. "I should kill you right now and you know what? No jury would convict me because I'd gladly plead guilty!" I shout.

"Kat I said I was sorry!" Matt shouted back.

I have two brothers, Jeremy and Ethan. Jeremy has problems, his feet turn in (like the rugrat Tommy) and he's very emotional, like a six-year-old, the doctors can't to anything for him either.

Ethan also has problems; he has such a temper its not even close to funny. I remember when he was two my mother told him to put away the clay, he told her he'd cut her throat. Another time he threw a hot-wheels car at her and it struck her in between the eyes.

I used to pray that God would help them, used to being the keyword. I don't know how long I prayed, but it was a long time, did he help them? No.

Jeremy goes to my school, he gets made fun of there, sometimes to his face, sometimes behind his back, I don't think he really knows it though.

"You shouldn't have done it!" I say becoming so mad tears fall from my eyes.

"It's not my fault your brothers are retarded!" Matt shouted in defense. Right after he said it, I knew he was sorry but I didn't care, not this time. "Kat I-"

I didn't give him a chance I tackled him right there on the kitchen floor and started punching him. Matt was 17 just like me, and he was big but not strong. I however was strong, and yes big.

I didn't make many friends because they usually ended up hurting Jeremy or Ethan. Stacy my ex-friend gave her boyfriend and his buddies the spare key to my house. They came in and trashed both of the boys' rooms and spray painted "retard" and "stupid" on everything.

I was furious, so furious in fact that I almost killed Stacy, literally. As for her boyfriend, well I took my baseball over to his house when he was having a party I trashed his house. His buddies tried to stop me but I was too skilled with the bat. What happened you ask? Let's just say they're never going to father children.

Okay enough about my sad life, I'll tell you some happy stuff, well semi- happy anyway. I don't deal with this crap alone, I have my best friend dealing with it too, her name is Isabelle. She's always there no matter when I need her.

I remember when I was four years old, that was the day I met her, Billy was in our pre-school class and he was picking on me. Isabelle walked over to us and beat the snot out of little Billy, I knew then that we were friends.

Isabelle is one of the only people in this world other than my family who understands Jeremy and Ethan. She even goes out of her way to be nice, I'm thankful for that. But I won't thank God, no, I have nothing to thank him for, he does nothing for me.. I went to church and I prayed I wore myself out praying to he did NOTHING in return.

Anyway, back to Matt. I was punching him when my mother came running in the kitchen. "Katerina Ray! Get off him!" She shouted.

Of course I didn't listen I punched him again then my mother's arms wrapped around me and pulled me off. "You dumb bitch!" Matt cried.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I reply smugly.

"Kat what happened?" My mother asked.

"Matt called Ethan and Jeremy retards, I wasn't about to let him get away with it," I said crossing my arms.

"Matt you're mother will be here in a few minutes," My mother said coolly. She was pissed.

At me or at Matt I didn't know. I gave Matt one more death stare then walked into the other room where Jeremy was still crying. "Jeremy don't cry, Matt was just being Matt he didn't mean it," Said softly.

"I don't care!" He sobbed, he then ran up to his room and slammed the door.

I sat there a while longer then looked at my watch; 8:30PM tomorrow I had to go back to school, that cursed place. I hated it, I longed to be home- schooled but my mother couldn't do it and my father well, he couldn't either.

"Mom, I'll be in the shower okay?" I said walking into her room.

"Sure sweetie," She said not looking up from her book.

I walked up to the bathroom with my pajamas in hand. I lay them on the sink and turned on the water, I waited until it got to the right temperature and stepped in. I let the hot water cascade over my body, as if it were washing away all the bad in my life.

I hated God, I hated what he did to me, if he loved us so much why was there so much wrong, and why were people so cruel and hateful? I'd never know the answer, never.

After I was finished with my hot shower I went to my room and turned on my computer. I saw that Isabelle was on and thanked Jim. I don't thank God because he doesn't do anything for me.

AlOneInThEdArk: Hey

Izzy1209: Hey girl.

AlOneInThEdArk: What's up with you?

Izzy1209: Not a lot, how did the Matt thing go?

AlOneInThEdArk: Don't even get me started that stupid prick called Jeremy and Ethan retards, I laid such a beating on his ass I don't think I'll be seeing him for awhile.

Izzy1209: Damn him! I knew he was a prick from the moment I met him.

AlOneInThEdArk: I'm still sorry you had to meet him in the first place lol.

Izzy1209: Eh, its cool, I probably asked for it anyway.

AlOneInThEdArk: Well I gotta get started on Mrs. Parson's history assignment, I'll see you tomorrow okay?

Izzy1209: Okay, see ya tomorrow.

I then signed off and walked over to my desk. Truthfully I had finished the assignment but I didn't feel much like talking even if it was to Isabelle.

I grabbed my book "Harley, Like a Person" and lay in my bed and read myself to sleep. Other people in my situation would probably cry, but me, I have to be strong, so I read, and dreamt of a life I could not have.

****Hey guys! Sorry if this fic seems depressing, but that's the kinda fic it's going to be so if you don't like this chap. I suggest you don't continue, but I'd still like a review from you. Thanks for reading! ~*~P/rp900~*~