You wanna know about incest, huh?

I'll tell you everything about it, I've lived it for most of my life.<br><br>It is the most painful, twisted, gross and horrible thing I've ever imagined and I wish for death everyday. <br><br>I'm the girl and older than him.<br><br>When I was 15 my brother used to harass me. He would touch me; steal my clothes while I was in the bath so that I would get out in my underwear; he even went as far as to sneak into my room while I was sleeping once and my parents caught him. It was to the point that I locked myself in my room for a year because I couldn't trust him enough to be alone in the same room as him. My parents never did anything. I started going out more and more because at least outside I wasn't living a nightmare every second. I was already familiar with the world of drugs and alcohol so I started doing them more frequently and eventually, I started buying my own from my boyfriend. He was also the first one I had sex with. <br><br>After being away for a while I decided to go home because my mom needed my help. At first my brother was like he used to be but this time we were closer in age and he was more dangerous. He was around 14 I think but he's big and strong for his age, I was 16. After so many incidents like him spying on me, watching videos on his phone, stealing my underwear and more I finally snapped and called the police. I asked them to arrest him because he was a danger to me and himself. I couldn't go on like this. My parents were mad at me for doing this and they even fought with the police because they wanted to protect him. I ended up running away to my boyfriend's house. I stayed there for a while until I finally decided to come back. My parents needed me and that's why I came back. They also begged me on their knees to live with them again and promised things would be better. All in vain. My brother is free and is still living in this house.<br><br>I'm 19 now and so is he. I'm still living in my parents house. It's been one and a half years since we moved but I'm still scared. He has never done anything and I know it's only a matter of time. Since the beginning of this year I've been having a breakdown after another. The mental torture is too much. My parents couldn't see this and gifted him a room right in front of mine and they were proud of it, they were so happy. It felt like they were celebrating something. He has a lock on his door and I had none so I asked my family to give me one. They eventually did and they all blamed me for it and said it's my fault that he has a lock on his door and I also have a lock on my door as if I was a sick person for living in fear. <br><br>I tried to talk about my problems and about my feelings but my parents ignored everything. I've already told them but they do nothing. I don't know what to do and I'm considering running away again. I'm just waiting for the right time.