Injured By My Brother
You'd better pull up chair, make a cup of tea, sit down 'cos this will be a long one.

My brother used to be a sadistic swine when he was younger before the Army sorted him out. I still carry many scars from his evilness.

The ones that spring to mind...


He built a tower of empty tyres and made me climb into the middle of them. Then he tried to seal it with a car wheel. I popped my head up and he dropped the car wheel on my head. Masses of blood and,if I ever go bald, I'm going to have a huge circular scar on my nut.

Shot me with his blood air guns to many times to count. He used to make me hold out match sticks and then try and shoot them out of my fingers (and on a few occasions my lips). If I refused he'd just shoot me. I remember one time he gave me 10 slugs and a crappy .177 pistol and told me I had ten seconds to run and then he was going to shoot me. He was armed with a bloody powerful .22 air rifle and he wanted blood. SO I set off running and as I got to 5, he shot me. And missed. The slug hit the butt of the pistol and buried itself and I turned and shot the twat straight in the chest. he screamed like a girl and then spent the next few hours hunting me all over the woods firing every time he caught a glimpse of me.

Tied me up and burnt with a soldering iron.

Blindfolded me and then had the rest of the kids in the street try and hit me (I got a hold of one of them and almost chocked the life from him).

Still, the worst thing he did was he chased me off a wall where I landed on a metal spike and impaled myself. He pulled me off this, got me in the house and then took off my top. The blood was pouring out of my back so he collected it in a cup and made me drink it. "To replace the blood I was losing"

I could go on but the ghosts are killing me. Yesterday, leave me alone.

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( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:44, Reply)