I think the bullying started somewhere around 5 or 6. Which would've made my brother somewhere in the 7 or 8 age range. The standard name calling, beatings - I lived under a general principal of fear whenever he was around.
So, years later as he lay in his bed, breath coming shallowly, hair matted against his forehead - I leaned down close to his ear and told him it was alright, he could "let go".
This woke him with quite the start - he was 12 - but I really wanted him to know that I was very ready for him to die.
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