Stories.  Everyone has a different version? But to say who has the correct version is impossible because we all believe differently. And to say who’s at fault, it’s everyone’s fault.

This morning, I sat in full concentration in my American Government / Current World Affairs class as we watched videos about the freedom of speech and excerpts of people who are held against because of the things they said.  When words are taken out like the New Yorks times who had intereviewed Debbie Almontaser, it changed the audience’s point of view into an absolutely different perspective.  She handed me the phone and I was in for a yelling.  He said “why would you come question her after I’ve decided to go easy on you”.  “Move out.”  Words and explainations ran across my mind; I knew exactly what to say – but I didn’t.  A water drop rolled down my cheek.  I knew I had to be mute.  To protect my sister.

            I had my friends over because I was pressured from everything in life and I needed some relief.  No one can meet up during the day because everyone has a job, homework, college applications, and other problems to deal with.  These are simply excuses.  What more can I say?  If I told you my sister is going out with a creeper boyfriend, whom nobody approves of, and is cheating on him with several other guys from across the globes, whom are old enough to be considered the age of pedofiles, would you have cared? If I told you my sister was having boys over the following night, would you have been able to hear her reasoning?  If I told you my sister had been looking for a place so she can move out to, would you be ache even more?  If I told you she had constantly lied to you because she tends to smirk when I get in trouble, would you have broken down on your knees?  If I told you so much more, how much more pieces would your heart shatter into?

            I screwed up.  I shouldn’t have believe my sister over and over again; after the way she screws me over constantly.  I shouldn’t have believed how you say you’ll always open to suggestions and instead, limited myself to only making female friends.  Guys and girls can never be JUST friends, right?  I can only neither approve or deny my situation; instead, close my eyes in silence.  If I told you even just three things that my sister has done in the past two days, she will be screwed.  I’m not her, I won’t ruin her, and I honestly never meant to hurt anyone.

            Through all this, my friends cooked food to make me feel better, and I went into my sister’s room to ask if she wanted something to eat because I know how hungry and tired she could’ve been when she came home.  I was mad, but I didn’t slam the door, I never screamed, I never cussed, and I never physically hit her for it.  My friends were surprised because I had offered her food after she just got me banned from my own house; why wasn’t I surprised?

6 hours ago, my sister’s facebook quoted “I really have to start shoveling back when im pushed around…” Let me ask you a question. How, exactly are you being pushed around?  You just screwed your own brother and sister and over with your unnecessary fabricated tears.  An hour later, you posted “I keep telling myself shit happens, shit happens… Fuck…” Let me ask you.  What gives you the right to say that?  It’s our brother’s birthday and he had just thanked me for the screw up.  Thanks.