Personal Narrative: How My Sister Changed My Life

For as long as I can remember, my sister was aggressive; sometimes she would have random outbursts and attack me without provocation. She normally would punch and scratch me, but some days, she would throw items at me or kick me. The worst incident happened a few years ago. While waiting for the bus, I felt something hard knock me over; it was my sister. As I was trying to get up from the ground, she kept kicking me and banging my head on the ground. She beat me until I was covered in bruises and could barely move. Although there was evidence of bruising, my parents did not believe that my sister would violently attack me for no reason. For once in my life I felt hopeless. As the months dragged along, things got worse. She would continue to lash out when nobody was around. A feeling of fear developed; I often thought about what would happen the next time I saw my sister. I could no longer handle the physical or verbal attacks from her; most days, I ran out of

Some days, I no longer wanted to exist. When I tried getting help from the counselors, they believed all siblings fight, and that my issues with my sister were common. After meeting with the counselor, I felt defeated and continued to wonder why nobody believed me. Although there were days where my sister seemed fine and did not have any outbursts, I told myself I would never forgive her for what she did to me. Mentally, I was overwhelmed; the abuse I endured from my sister affected me in a way I did not think possible. Older siblings were supposed to protect and love their younger siblings, not abuse them every time they got a chance. I went through a period of unhappiness and despair; I would drive people away from me, and could no longer form valuable relationships with friends. My outlook on life and relationships caused me to lack trust in others because I believed they could change at any