Write a piece about person who hurt you the most within 100 words. 

I still remember the sound of the crushing cassettes; the red of the blood from mum’s thumb; my trembling hands; the highest note of the scream I threw at you while leaving.
Under the bed, was our hiding place, and you knew it.
My hands were the trustees of his ears not to let the biting words climb into his little head and build their nest in it. I was ten, he was five, you were 43.
I imagine you walking half-living half-dead along the halls of the asylum. The creeping sound of your slippers and heaviness of your mad head accomplish your portrait in my head.
I am 21, he is 16 and you are still mad.
Forgiveness never crossed our roads.