Today, my grandma asked me why me and my best friend didn't spend the night at each other's houses a lot this summer. I didn't say anything. Why we didn't see each other a lot is because I don't want her near my brother, at my house. I say no when she asks me over to her house, because I don't want to have to pretend like I'm okay for one more person close to me. My brother has been getting worse. A few days ago, he told me I was ugly, and made fun of how I was trying to lose weight. He makes fun of my heroes, the people who inspire me the most. I wish somebody would do something about it. I don't think I can take four more years of this. I need somebody to talk to; I need help.