Story of an FA'er Eight

Okay this is my story. It's all true, I wouldn't lie about it. It's all in breif though
When I was 6 I used to see my Mom and Dad arguing all the time. I didn't like seeing them argue, it was horrible sometimes I would burst into tears but my brother would always be there for me and he helped me feel better. When I was seven Dad moved out taking my brother with him. He didn't want me just my brother he never really like me. So then it was just my Mom and I but a few months later My older cousin moved into our house because my Mom sister (his mom) was ill. I hated my cousin, he was mean and selfish he'd tease me all the time he was 15. One day though when we were home alone he started being all nice and chatty to me. I found it weird and went up to my room because I didn't want to talk to him. He followed me then picked me up then took me into his room locked the door then put me in his bed and got in I asked him what he was doing and he said playing a game but it wasn't a game at all. He forced me to have 'it' with him. I hated it, even though I was seven I knew it was wrong. He was brutal and hurt me alot. He threatened to hurt me even more if I told anyone so I kept my mouth shut. It happened until he was 19 and moved out. I didn't tell anyone about it and I still haven't because I'm still scared of him. I know I should tell but I just can't bring myself to tell anyone that can do anything about it it hurts me everytime I think about it and it makes me feel horrible. It stopped two years ago and when it did the only thing I could turn to was books and Stardoll. I came on Stardoll to talk to my real friends. Of course I acted like everything was okay and stuff. I was quiet at school and kept myself to myself and I didn't really trust my friends, they weren't very trustworthy anyways. I finished all my work and done all my homework sometimes just to keep myself busy. I hate him, for everything he's done to me but I don't think about it much but when I do I just can't stop myself from crying or getting angry at myself for not telling anyone. One time I was so angry at my self that I tried to k*ll myself but failed. I didn't tell anyone about that either. This is the first time I've actually told anyone about this but I think it'll be my last.