“Yes, my brother hung himself on the night of his 15^th birthday…” I chocked, only just managing to make myself be heard. I shut my eyes and I experienced again my brother’s death; but I wasn’t looking through my twelve eye old eyes, I was standing behind myself, watching and waiting for someone to help him; to change me past. “I couldn’t do anything, I could say anything; all I could do was scream. I screamed as if my life depended on it as I dropped the present and tugged on his hand, trying my hardest to wake him up. I remember Sam’s arm around me tight and sweeping me away into his room where my other brother’s waited. We could hear my mother’s cries of pain and weeping whilst Charlie called for an ambulance although we all knew it was too late; Scott was gone. We waited at home whilst paramedics took him and my parent to the hospital to do all they could for him. It turned out that he had taken an overdose, before slitting his wrists and finally hanging himself. None of us knew why and still don’t know; he was always a happy boy, always laughing, smiling and helping everyone. TJ found out days later that he had been bullied by a gang or thugs at school for years about how he loved Broadway and how his psychotic auntie tried to kill me among other topics. I guess it began too much for him…” Tears began to flow more freely and faster as I remembered Scott’s gorgeous happy face in my head, wanting nothing more than to have my family back together again; to be happy. “The gang Scott got bullied by began to turn on our family. It started off with just threats; messages through the door but it started to get violent; resulting in bricks through car windows, vandalism stuff like that. But when the outside of our house, garage and garden was smothered with petrol and set alight whilst we were in it, we were forced to become part of the witness protection programme. We had to leave everything; our schools, our friends, our family – not tell them where we were going, why, when we would be back. It was one of the hardest things I have had to do. So, we moved from Wisteria Lane, Mississippi to Arizona. Changes had to be had with our appearance and of course – our names. Sam Mason became Jack Thompson, Kyle Mason became Chris Thompson, TJ Mason became Grant Thompson, I became Ellie Thompson, Max Mason became Dylan Thompson, Catherine Mason became Susan Thompson and Ted Mason became Carl Thompson. I will just use the names you know them by then; it’ll be easier for you to know who I am talking about.