From that day, everything broke.

At first, everyone got along. They all doted on me and loved me... but that changed when that woman arrived. Ever since my stepsister came into our lives.

From that day on, she lied and said she was being bullied by Guest. My brothers, told that I had framed her, began to look at me with eyes full of contempt.

It was terrible after that. I was ignored constantly, and eventually, it turned into physical violence. It was sad and it hurt, but I kept desperately pleading with them. "I didn't do anything," "Please listen to me," but my brothers wouldn't listen.

And then, I broke.

I feel nothing. No pain. I can't even feel love. Everything has become meaningless. I don't want to eat, bathe, or do anything at all.

Six months later, my stepsister's lies were exposed. She fled far away to escape them. By then, I had already been admitted to a psychiatric ward.

My brothers come to visit almost every day to repent. They shower me with the words I wanted to hear back then but never did.

It was far too late once it was lost.