I sigh deeply, rubbing concealer on my face so that no one will notice my now forming bruise. Jason, a school jock, has a thing for me and doesn't understand that no means NO. So he hit me when I said to get lost.
"Hey (S/N/N). Whatcha doing?" Hamish asks walking up behind me.
"Stupid Jason. Again." I say darkly. Hamish looks at me with eyes full of sorrow and pure anger.
Hamish grabs my hand once I'm done and drags me into the upstairs living room. I smile at the well used couches and go to sit down.
Just as I begin to sit my other brother Blake appears and we begin to wrestle. I receive a bloody nose before I get Blake to submit.
I walk into my room, shut the door and call out;
"Leave me be my little devils." Before I grab a tissue and clean the dried blood from my face.
Dramatically I collapse onto my bed and stare, un-seeingly at the ceiling. It's summer time so my room is stuffy with no fans or AC's.
I feel cooler around my shoulders as a feeling of safety and comfort settles around me. I smile hoping that whatever or whoever caused it can see me.