It's easy to ignore something until it finally hits you in the face and shoves your head down the toilet.

Not that it was particularly effortless for me to ignore Gale's presence – he's pretty much like fire – but for someone living under the same roof as him, I'd been doing a pretty remarkable job.

Now, the reason this all started – really, what's the reason why things start? You're going on with your life and at some point you realize things have spiralled into insanity, and that point in life was a Thursday morning for me.

I was staring at the mirror and, no, I'm not one of those people. Come on, I'm not even a girl, I don't stare at my own figure for more than twenty seconds per time. I had simply drifted into one of those hazes when you don't really see what's in front of you, and instead your mind keeps wandering about.

Then I had a pretty great idea. I'm not really sure what it was, because I don't fucking remember it, but it must have been genius, because it felt like a freaking light bulb was lit rightover my head. Then next thing I know I'm being punched in the most awkward position someone has ever been punched, ever.

"FUCK!" I screamed, and if I'd had more time to react, I know I would've acted more accordingly, but as it were I only had time to glare at my assailant long enough to identify Gale and frown in pain. "What the hell are you-"

Gale advanced like a deranged bull. He grabbed my waist and forced me down, and I yelled out again with the collision of my knees against the ground. I struggled against his arms, but Gale has always been stronger than me, and in a second I had my head down the toilet, and water was filling my mouth and throat and lungs.

For a moment, I thought I would drown. Death by toilet water. Well, more like murder. Either way, it sounded pathetic, but I didn't really have any time to dwell on that. Gale grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled so hard I thought my sculp was being removed. I inhaled deeply, the blood around my nose making it harder to breath, and I was only barely aware of Gale's voice behind me.

He let go of me and I immediately fell down against the nearest wall. I was breathing heavily, and something on my face was still bleeding. Gale had stopped talking and was just standing there, an unreadeable look on his face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I finally asked between heavy breaths.

My brother looked down at me with something I thought could be disgust, and then, without a word, turned his back and walked away.

I thought of following him, but my head was throbbing and I was bleeding, and in seconds I heard the door of our living room being slammed as a sign that he was out of house. I stood awkwardly and checked my own image in the mirror – my lower lip was split, but my nose seemed to be all right despite the ache.

It crossed my mind that Gale had maybe lost his fucking mind; and, at least for me, that's how it all began.