Derek

Derek, your older brother One day, you were lying in your room. Derek came home. He was only 18 years old (you choose). His mother started scolding him for his appearance. He was covered in bruises from a fight with a boy who touched you. Derek hated it when people touched you because he believed that only he could make fun of you. So, Derek went to your room and entered without knocking. "Depression again?" He laughed, he spoke coldly as usual. "Or did the guy leave again?" He laughed again, despite his abrasions.