I have never trusted my brother. He is one of those people who adults think are perfect when they are not. Those are my second worst type of people, after murderers. They send a shiver down my spine every time I think of them. He promised that he would help me face my arachnophobia by standing outside my door, when I'm in there with 50 spiders. I went in the room, and I closed my eyes. He stood with me for a minute, then the lock clicked and I heard footsteps. I was trapped with the spiders. I screamed.