My brother tried to kill me when we were teenagers.

So one night when we were in our mid to late teens, I was out to visit a friend. My brother and I had just gotten into a huge fight over some stupid, and I mean REALLY stupid, thing. I don't even remember what it was now, but my brother had just been being such a dick about it and it was the cherry on top of already shitty times in my life. <br><br>My friend was going through a nasty breakup, so we were just drinking and getting high, and talking shit about our lives. My friend and I were both having a really rough time and decided to just keep drinking and smoking, and just have a bad night, together, to get our minds off things. <br><br>We get in my friend's car to go get some food. I'm pretty sure it was McDonalds, but I don't really remember. I was already pretty drunk and high at this point, and was in a great mood. My brother and I were not talking, but I just didn't care. I didn't want to think about him that night.<br><br>We're driving back to my friend's house, and I'm sitting in the back seat. My brother decides to follow us, even though he lives miles away from my friends house. My friend drops me off at my house, since she's been up for over 24 hours, and was getting tired. I was pretty much blacked out at this point.<br><br>So my brother and I haven't spoken in days. The house I lived in was a 4 bedroom house. Downstairs was a living room, kitchen, and two bathrooms. Upstairs there were 4 bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.<br><br>I get inside and go straight to my room, which was directly across the hallway from my brothers room. I don't even take off my shoes before passing out face down on my bed.<br><br>I don't know how long I was out for, but I'm sure it was hours. I woke up to what felt like a strong tug on my hair. It was enough that my head was spinning, and my vision was blurry. I looked up to see my brother's face inches from mine.<br><br>"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I screamed as I realized what had happened.<br><br>I jumped off the bed, but I was too drunk, and my legs gave out. I fell to the ground and everything went dark. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I came to, my brother was standing right in front of me. He was holding a gun. <br><br>"What are you doing?" I screamed, still dazed from my fall. I was trying to think straight, but I was still extremely drunk, and had a headache. <br><br>He just smiled, and said "you're going to fucking kill yourself, and I'm going to watch!"<br><br>He then turned around and walked out of my room. I don't know if he had the gun the whole time, or if he went to get it, but it scared the shit out of me. I didn't know what to do, and was just sitting on the ground, trying to think straight, and try to remember why I was there in the first place.<br><br>I get up, still dazed, and walk to the bathroom. I don't see my brother anywhere, but as I'm washing my face, I see blood on my hands. I look down and realize that I had cut my forehead on something when I fell. I start to notice there's blood everywhere, and I start to panic.<br><br>I rush down the stairs, blood dripping from my forehead, down my face, and all over my shirt. I see my mom in the living room, but she doesn't see me. I yell for her, but she doesn't hear me.<br><br>I walk in the kitchen, and see my brother washing his hands. I can see blood on his hands and on the sink, and I just freak out. I yell at him and he turns around and just says "I'm sorry."<br><br>I yell at him again, and he just says "I'm sorry."<br><br>I leave the kitchen and go back upstairs to my room, blood everywhere. I'm scared, I don't know what to do, so I just go back to bed.<br><br>I wake up hours later, still in a daze, and the blood has started to dry on my face and shirt. I walk downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee, still in a daze. My mom is in the kitchen and I see that my brother is nowhere to be found. <br><br>I ask her "what the fuck happened last night?"<br><br>She says "oh, you hit your head when you fell. Your brother was just being nice and helped you upstairs."<br><br>I said "no, I don't remember anything."<br><br>She just said "I know you're drunk, and you're just confused."<br><br>I asked "where is my brother?"<br><br>She just said "he's still asleep. I guess he was just being nice and stayed up with you all night."<br><br>I knew something was up, but I was still pretty drunk and confused, so I just went back upstairs and took a shower to get the blood off of me. I still had a huge headache, and the dried blood on my face made it feel worse.<br><br>The next day I was still in a huge daze, and my brother wasn't talking to me. I knew something was wrong, but I just couldn't remember anything.<br><br>The next week, I was starting to feel better. I still had a huge headache, and my brother still wasn't talking to me, but I was finally able to remember what had happened. <br><br>I decided to go talk to my mom about everything. I told her what really happened, and that my brother tried to kill himself with me. I told her I was scared, and I didn't know what to do. I told her I didn't want to live in the house with him anymore. She just said "your brother is sorry, he didn't mean it." I told her that wasn't good enough, and that I wanted to move out. <br><br>She just said "fine, you can move out whenever you want." And that was it.<br><br>I moved out that very same day. I got my own apartment, and was finally able to escape. I didn't talk to my brother for years, and didn't talk to my mom for almost 10 years.<br><br>Fast forward to today. I've gotten my life together. I got married, I got a good job, I have two kids. My brother on the other hand is still a dick. He still lives at home with my mom, and he still hasn't apologized for what he did. <br><br>This story actually happened about 15 years ago. It still gives me goosebumps, and makes me scared every time I think about it. I don't know what could have happened if my mom didn't let me move out, and I still don't know if she knew what really happened, or if she was just trying to protect my brother.