99 Deaths to Freedom
Language: en
My brother was born evil. He's been trying to kill me since we were kids. When he was five, he threw a lit lighter at me. Half my face was disfigured, my sweat glands permanently destroyed. The burning, itching pain never stops. When I told the truth through my tears, Mom held me and cried too. "I know you're hurting, sweetheart, but your brother's just a baby. He couldn't possibly do something like that." When he was ten, he deliberately sent me into a thicket hiding a hornets' nest to fetch a ball. I was attacked by countless hornets. I tumbled down the hill and broke my leg. My…