(So um.....I would put this in story time with me...but that's more happy memories...I thought maybe writing about the things I meant through would help me cope...people probably won't look at this...hopefully ) (warning if you did decide to read: these are bad- very bad- and may have Abuse in them) (this was also before I figured out I was gender fluid) (at the time I was a closeted lesbain)

3rd person P.O.V

A much younger version of our author sat in front of a locked door, their back to it. The had their younger sister in their lap who clung to them while trying not to cry.

Their brother was down stairs. With HER. They were fighting. You could hear the shouts of anger and the screams of pain clearly from the room. Our young author didn't know what to do, they were scared for their brothers life and their own as well as her sister's as well. One certain scream from the middle child goth the youngest to shoot up and open the door rushing down the stairs.

The oldest child soon rushed after, following the youngest. The duo of girls came upon a horrible sight. Their mother had their brother pinned to the ground, slamming his head onto the wood floor repeatedly while he screamed and tried to fight back. This caused both sisters to burst to tears, the oldest rushing down the stairs to her mother, trying to pull her off of him.

She screamed and pleaded that her brother wasnt hurt while the youngest cried and sobbed loudly to herself, shutting down and being able to do nothing but cry and watch.

The oldest being our author was elbowed in the stomach as she tried to  yank her mother's arms off her brother. When they didn't work the oldest didn't know what to do so she dug her nails into her mother's arm, biting her back hard enough to make the mother shout in pain, giving the brother a chance to get out. All 3 were quick to run upstairs as fast as they could, into the oldests room, locking the door behind them when all 3 were in.

The door was pounded on, kicked and screamed at. After a while their was silence and then a door slam. The now reunited trio sobbed together before the oldest saw the time.

They panicked and got their siblings to stop crying, having to wipe their tears away several times. They couldn't keep crying. They had to go to school.

Getting the siblings up she rushed them downstairs to the kitchen. The mother had left and gone back to her house, gone from the fathers.

The oldest made sure the younger two ate breakfast, making sure they had a good portion that will fill their bellies. Oatmeal and toast made by the oldest for them.

However...the oldest didn't eat. She didn't even make food for herself. Instead she cleaned off her brother head of any blood that still remained, helped her sister pack for school, help them pick out outfits and quickly change herself.

After that was all done the trio forced fake calm or fake happiness onto their faces, backpacks on their shoulders. The oldest grabbed the key to the house, which was attached to a big purple heart and locked the door behind them.

They reminded themself of the rules, that they werent allowed to tell anyone about what had gone on in the home.

Especially the adults. They were not allowed to hear a word about it. It had to be secret and would be for years.

With that the trio walked down the edge of the road towards their school which was a 5 minute walk from their house.

Fake smiles. Secrets locked away. Tears hidden. Two of 3 bellies full. 1 empty. And everyone would think they had a wonderful loving mother.

Even if it was a lie. But hopefully nothing else would go wrong today.

Oh how wrong I was. Things went even worse when we got home....I'll write about it later...