I live in a house with my mum, step dad, little siter (disabled) and my half brother. I suffer from domestic violence. No. I have never been hit. But being told your mothers been in a car crash then coming home only to find she's *just* been beaten again, well it feels like I'm suffering. I wake up to arguing everyday. I have a baby brother and a disabled sister to look after, feeding, getting to school ect. I just turned 17.I wont lie, I can't cope. I've managed two years on my own though... Everytime I have to eat I feel physically sick. I have no eating disorder, I just don't want to live. The worst part it, my Mum blames me for everything. I'm doing my best. People wonder why I've tried to end my life. I'd like to see them cope. Sorry for moaning. But I needed to rant a bit.