Since this thread is slow i'm just going to type up something here... alright, here goes.

I am curled up in the corner of my room, a little ball of shit and flesh.
From behind the wall I hear screams and panting. I hear anger and sadness, but it dissolves

in my heart.
For a while I do nothing. I concentrate on keeping my stomach down.
Finally, the moaning lapses into sweet silence. I hear crickets outside.
I sprawl out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
I am 14 years old. My father was divorced and married again.
His new wife had a daughter.
I was there at the wedding. It seemed nothing could go wrong.
A few days later, that woman disappeared, leaving behind only a pile of debt and my sister.
The door to my room opens. She peeks in.
Her clothes are dishevelled.
"Oniichan," she says. "Can I stay in your room?"
I sit up, but say nothing.
I hear the sound of a car starting outside. Dad is going to the pachinko parlor again.
The house is lonely.
She starts crying. Her knees collapse under her, and she slumps over me. I hug her tight.
"Oniichan. What do we do?"
"I don't know what to do."
My room has no lighting inside. My father didn't see the need for it.
The moonlight shines in from the window onto the bed, onto her face.
I will describe her for you.
Natsumi has long, dark hair covering her shoulders. Her skin is pale.
She isn't innocent any more, but her face is unblemished and her motions fragile.
She has blue eyes.
"You're older than me," she says.
"That's doesn't--"
"Oniichan, you're bigger."
"But I'm..." I'm too weak, I think to myself, but I can't say it out loud.
"Big," she says.
I stare at her. She's looking down at my pants.
I try to jump back, but she's sitting on my legs. So instead I collapse and hit my head on

the floor.
I look at her in horror, but she only smiles weakly.
"Natsumi," I say, "I'm sorry..."
"Onii."

(I wrote more but it just got cliched, you probably know the rest anyway-- it's in a torrent)