Since September, my life has sucked. I've been very sick. I stopped going to school for three months, and when I got better I couldn't deal with the structure of a normal high school any longer. My parents have pulled me out and I am currently waiting to be enrolled in an online high school. I still have some major health problems, and I'm still waiting for several test results. I feel very stressed and very depressed. My family has been trying to help me, and I'm grateful for that.
There is one huge problem hampering my progress towards some semblance of normality: my little sister.
L has become a total b***h. Well, she's always been a b***h, but I've always been able to ignore her. Except now I'm so stressed and physically weak that I can't ignore her. Not only that, but she's becoming worse and worse.
L is beautiful. She is also vicious and ambitious. She's always teased me for being fat and socially inept. Now she rubs it in my face. She laughs about how I'm always on a diet, how I always have to take medicine, how I can't fit into the pretty clothes, that I only have a few friends. She steals money from me, reads my private stuff, looks through my artwork. She brings friends home for the sole purpose to laugh at me. (I wish I was joking - our house is very echoey, and I can hear every word they say.) She keeps me up at night by turning on every light in the house, takes blankets from my bed, throws out new bottles of my shampoo, even takes our pets to her room when I need something living and breathing to hug and talk to.
I don't know what to do. I've already talked to my parents about this - they're mad at her already for breaking the no-boys-allowed-in-the-house-without-an-
adult rule - and they try to punish her, but she never lets it affect her, and they can't do much anyway because they both work a lot. I have known her to bring friends over and let them root through my room, ignore me when I'm obviously in pain, laugh when I cry.
The worst thing she's ever done happened earlier tonight: I fainted, hit my head on the wall, left some blood, and instead of helping me up or getting a bandaid or even asking if I was okay, she turned up the volume on the TV.
Right now, she's sitting in her room with a friend. They are talking about boys and friends, but mostly about how I am "a spaz" and "obviously faking it", how I am just too lazy to get my fat rear end out of bed and go to school, that I'm stupid and ugly. I'm downstairs listening to them, feeling sick.
I don't know what to do. I can't live like this, constantly cringing whenever she looks at me. I don't know why she's suddenly decided to torture me now, when the only thing I need is some stability. I don't know what I did to make her hate me so much. The only thing I know is that I'm just going to feel worse and worse until she lets up. She's only 14. She shouldn't hate me so much.
(And she's not a sociopath - she is very loving and friendly towards everyone else she meets. She just hates me.)
What can I do to stop this?
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