I hate my brother. This makes me feel sick that this is the halfway mark of my fifty photographs. So what happened? So Nathan was dropping me off at my house & my brother was throwing a fit, as always. Nathan and I popped upstairs real quick because I came home five minutes after my curfew and I wanted him to explain to my mom why I was late (he had to drop his friend off at his house first). We go downstairs because it was already pretty late when he dropped me off & he needed to head home, too. A couple kisses by the door, and then he heads outside and I close the screen door. The next thing I know, my brother is chucking some sort of liquid onto me. It's getting on my clothes, my hair, my face. It stinks. Like vinegar. But it's not vinegar. Well, it might have had vinegar in it. I'm not sure. But there were peppers in it, which explained the burning sensation in my eyes when I started crying. I head upstairs to take my contacts out, which only made the burning feel even more intense, and then I took a shower to get everything off of my skin & out of my hair, and also to douse my eyes with water.
After I finish my shower, the police are at my house. They start asking me the questions. What happened? Why did he do this? Are you okay? So I have to start over the whole story with them. And now I'm in my room, ranting on facebook about how much my life sucks.
Readers, I hope you never have to feel what I have felt just now.
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