Ok so as you may or may not know I have 3 brothers 2 are involved in this story Me and my brothers never had the best relationship. My 2 older brothers (let's call them Richard and James) ((those are actually parts of their names)) were lazy and James was.. well... a control freak. He was also incredibly violent (He's not allowed to know but he has Asperger syndrome which is a form of autism and it makes him very violent) and since I was young but not too young they could boss me around. One day I was really upset about having to do the dishes. I started getting upset and they started calling me annoying and lazy. I started crying and claiming they hated me and they only like me for work. Well, my brothers Richard and James pushed me into the loaded dishwasher. I happened to fall right onto a knife. It cut me really deep and I still have that 4-5 year old scar. I started screaming and crying because it hurt. They called me a crybaby and said I wasn't even bleeding. I wobbled upstairs into the bathroom..