We're going back to when she wasn't bullied and abused. Back to when she was 7. 

"Hey mike! Guess what I caught?" I say really excited.

"What'd ya catch!" He says with tons of enthusiasm. 

"I caught this really cool snake! It's super long and has a stripped tail!" I say.

"That's great holly!" He exclaims. Mike is my brother. He was super optimistic about lots of things.

"Come on honey, let's go inside now." My mother called from inside.

"Ok" me and mike said in sinc. We sprinted into the house.

Years later when I was 10 years old.

"Hey mike wanna ride bike?" I ask.

"Sure holly!" He says. We hopped on our bikes and rode down to the bike trail. Just before we got there we decided we would go get something to eat. We started walking down to the restaurant but here was a street to cross. I started walking across. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. A car barreled down the street and my brother pushed me out of the way. I hit the sidewalk and looked just in time to see him get ran over. His cry of pain reached my ears, a cry that haunts me to this day. We tried to get him to the hospital but it was too late. My parents blame me for it. Always have always will. They started drinking to relieve the pain and beat me. That's why they do what they do to me. I hate it. But I think it is my fault he died.

Thanks for reading recruits. Hope you liked the bonus chapter I wrote.