Then when I was 7 years old my sister broke my foot by standing on it and pushing me down. My parents didn't believe me that I was in pain and didn't take me to the hospital until a day or two later when I still couldn't walk.
When I was 9 years old my sister started being sexual towards me, she would make me watch movies that contained sex scenes. She would then touch and kiss me and tell me "this is what boys will do to you". We shared a room so it was easy for her to do so.
When I was 12 we moved to a new house and I shared a room with my little sister and learned that she was also being abused by our older sister. I was disgusted that it had happened to her as well. Our older sister is 6 years older than her.
One day when I was 14 or 15 I was on my bed on my back just staring at the ceiling when my older sister walked in got on top of me and started strangling me. It all happened so fast and I remember I was struggling, kicking my legs and trying to pull her hands off of my neck and she was growling kinda maybe grunting and pushing down on my neck with all her weight as she was strangling me. I could see all her teeth and her face was getting really red. Suddenly I felt something wet on my face and it landed in my mouth because I was screaming. I thought it was drool but it was blood, her nose started bleeding. I guess it shocked her because she got up and left holding her nose. At this point I was crying, I guess I had been crying the whole time and I was covered in her blood and in pain and just very scared.
I didn't tell my parents, I started to self harm as a way to cope with the abuse. For some reason my parents always believed my older sister over me so i would always get in trouble for things she would do. I got sent to bed hungry many times and was grounded so many more times than that.
Somehow I became the bad guy, the scapegoat and my whole family treated me like I was this evil person. They would all yell at me so much, one day when they were all yelling at me I locked myself in the bathroom and attempted suicide. I couldn't take it.
When I was 13 my older sister started having seizures and all my parents cared about was her. They stopped taking care of the rest of their children (me,13, my little sister, 10, and my little brother, 3). I had to become the parent figure, I cooked breakfast and dinner for my little siblings and did the best i could to take care of them. This continued for the next 2 or 3 years until she was diagnosed with epilepsy and on the proper medication.
I feel like my childhood was ripped away and I hate her for that. I had to raise myself and my two little siblings. It felt so lonely and I didn't know what to do. At least she didn't abuse us anymore. She instead focused her energy on abusing young boys she met on the internet. That got pretty ugly and the cops were involved and there was a threat of prison.
We live in the same house now we bought a house together 4 years ago. I thought it was a better idea than being homeless. Well 2 years ago she started telling people that she wanted me out of the house and that I wouldn' t take the hint. Well an argument escalated. While I was in the bathroom she throws the door opened and yells “you want to know what I really think about you?!” and she started hitting really hard in the head with a bottle of lemon juice. She then opened the bottle of lemon juice and starts spraying it all over me and getting it directly into my eyes hits me one more time once it was empty then leaves.
Then fast forward to last year in September, my sister starts yelling at my parents about something, they were arguing. She’s 25 at this time, then the next morning she was gone, without a trace. Her bedroom window was opened and she was just gone. My dad goes to the police it’s a terrible next few days. The cops say she isn’t a missing person and that she is an adult that left on her own accord. My little sister and I decide to read through her phone to try to figure out what happened. We find a lot of messages to a lot of different men. All asking if they would come rescue her and “make something happen” to our dad. One of the men responded with “he needs time to plan how to kill him” which she responded “if you don’t kill him he is going to kill me, he’s had years to plan my murder”. ( Our dad loves us and would never harm any of us.) WE find messages of her talking to a lot of people where she is talking about this Matt person and about how much she loves him and just wants to have sex with him. We finally find out the name Matt is using from messaging almost all of the people she was texting. So, we contact this Matt person and tell him she is missing, and he responds, “well she is a goddess, it’s no wonder she is with some other guy.” So then we have to find out what guy she is with. And we find pictures on her facebook of her and some guy engaging in sexual activities. She had snuck this man into the house without any of us knowing. Which made me feel very unsafe as none of the dogs even barked at him. How many times had there been unfamiliar men in the house. I felt very unsafe since we had had guests in the past that said they heard men’s voices in the house. How many people were in the house without us knowing?
Well we contact the guy she is with and he doesn’t respond to us at all so we contact all of his family listed on facebook and they respond saying they don’t even actually know him and that they are just labeled as family on facebook. Then we see that he has roommates and we contact them, they tell us that our sister is happier with them. A few days later she calls and says she is never coming back and that she is happy where she is. Which we respond ok that’s fine can you tell us where you are. Then the call disconnects. She then calls later and asks to speak to our little brother, who is 12 now, he gets off the phone in tears, and tells us she said he will never see her again and that she is just the little brother that no one likes.
I then start getting messages from her phones asking for my class schedule and what times I would be on campus. I didn’t respond because my sister should’ve already known what times I would be on campus. Then my parents start getting messages from her phone asking what grade our little brother is in and what school he goes too. Then they get messages asking which parks he plays at, and another message asking where he was going to go trick or treating. None of these questions were answered. Then the messages started coming in saying that our little brother wasn’t happy here and that he would be happier with them. SO my dad calls my sisters phone and the man answers, dad wants to know where his daughter is and the man says she’s there but he cant speak to her. Dad asks where they are and the call disconnects.
A few weeks later she shows up at home and tells us she wants to move back in. She tells us she missed her xbox and her privacy. It turns out the man she was with kicked her out. She was really confused about everything and was groaning about being in pain. I took her to the hospital and it turned out she was near kidney and liver failure because she was on a ton of drugs she was also malnourished and dehydrated because she hadn't eaten anything since she left home 5 weeks ago. She said she wasn't eating because she didn't feel hungry.
Well the next few days of her being back at home she was crying nonstop but she stopped as soon as Matt started talking to her again. And she acted like she never did what she did.
In mid November I found out I was pregnant and decided to tell my family even though it was early. My older sister then through a huge fit and started yelling crying that it wasn’t fair that I was pregnant and she wasn’t then she refused to talk to me and did everything in her power to stay busy instead of talking to anyone. Then when she finally did talk to me it was with my mom and little sister present and she said she never thought anything would ever come between us and she never thought that I would ever meet a man and move away. I didn’t have any plans to move away, I can’t afford that. I just announced that I was pregnant.
I told everyone I only wanted family to know but she told Matt. He then asked if the baby was my boyfriends. which was very offensive. They were then always talking about how they were going to take my baby and act like it was theirs. I did not like those comments. Then Matt told me he would never hold my baby because he didn't want to kill it. I really really hated that comment.
I then had a miscarriage in mid December and my sister told me she was going to have to return all the baby gifts her and Matt bought and she was mad because she just got used to the idea of having a baby around, it was really insensitive.
Then Matt moved in and they were constantly going out. My older sister would ask me if I wanted to go with them and when I said yes she would say ok but by the time I got my shoes on they would be gone. This happened a lot. I told them to stop inviting me out if they were just going to leave without me. they then all went out on a family day without me. They left before I woke, when they got back my little sister asked my why I didn't want to go. I told her I didn't even know they were going and she told me My older sister said that I didn't want to go.
Then on new years they told me we would go bowling since I was spending new years alone. Then they got home really late, at 11 pm and told me they were going to bed even though I had been waiting for them all day.
Now they are never apart. They even go to the bathroom together. I have tried talking to Matt and he started crying saying that my sister was going to break up with him because he was talking to me. And that he just wants to rescue her because she is not happy at home with us.
Then in march my sister told me she was at the hospital having a miscarriage. And she kept saying that now she had a miscarriage just like me. And I can't help but wonder if she purposely had a miscarriage. Since she had a gynecologist exam scheduled for a week before the miscarriage but she didn't go.