It all started When I called my sister on wednesday to tell her that I was
going to throw a party on friday (7-9-2004). My parents were leaving thursday and My
sister immediately said "If  you're going to have a party, have it on
Saturday." I had been planning this for friday  for a long time, so I said that
I'm having it on friday. She said "OK I'll go sleep at  grandma's house." My
grandparents live next door so it's no big deal. Friday rolled  around and my
parents left a message on the home phone saying that they were probably  coming
home friday night. So I scrambled and decided to throw the party in the woods. 
People showed up and went to the woods, but then people left the woods and
migrated out  to the road. So I decided to pack everything up and head back to
the house. It was passed  10:00 and my parents said they'd probably be home by
9 or 10. So  we got DDR set up and  people started playing DDR. Everyone had
already had a few beers in them and most of the  alcohol was gone. We didn't
have much to begin with.
All of a sudden my sister came outside and started tweaking out on people.
There was a  girl there who was probably about 16 and my sister just started
going off on her. This  girl was trying to explain that she's not even drinking
and that she's just talking and  my sister is like "What are you 14?" As if
that was a crime. And then starts bitching at  the girl. So The girl talked to
Eric, her ride, and wanted to leave immediately.
I went inside and then people started saying that my sister was videotaping
people. This  was very creepy behavior. Desirae said she was hungry so I went
up to get her some food.  My sister was videotaping people from out of the
window. I asked her what she was going to  do with the tape and she said she
hadn't decided yet. So I started talking to her and  saying "If you need sleep,
why don't you go over to grandma's like you said you would do.  You're not
going to get any sleep over here." She said "I'm awake now." I asked her what 
her problem was. She said that she had a problem with under-aged drinking and
that I was  an alcoholic because I had drank two weekends in a row. This was
absurd since drinking  two weekends in a row does not make a person an
alcoholic, especially when you don't  drink most weekends anyway. It also made
her a hypocrite since she's the one who keeps the  fridge stocked with Bacardi
malt beverages and will drink atleast one many nights in a  row on a regular
basis. I told her taht drinking two weekends in a row hardly makes me an
alcoholic and she told me that denial is the first step. She said she was going
to call the police and started dialing the  phone. After all of this very
strange behavior I was not going to let her ruin the lives  of my friends and
I. I knew that she could use that tape against them and show it to the  police.
I knew I had to get the tape from her so I grabbed the camera. She wouldn't let
 go so I began beating on her arms until she did. Finally the camera was thrown
across the  room and I ran after it and grabbed it. She started screaming at me
as I walked outside  and told everyone that she was calling the cops. Everyone
scattered and left. I received a  laceration on my forehead about 1 inch long
that was bleeding profusely. I grabbed my  laptop and camera and packed some
people in my car and we all left. I passed Earl on the  way out. I started
talking to him. Matt and his load of people in his car came by and we  all
agreed to meet at Sven's house. So we all went to Sven's, drank the rest of the
beer,  and then I took Desirae and Dan and James Lewis Home. I stayed at James
Lewis' and we  walked around Palmer the next day. I left my cell phone at home
on my rush out, but I was  afraid to go home. So at about 10:00 pm I went home
and my sister wasn't home. I fed the  dogs and gave them water and let them
out, and then I went to sleep, woke up the next  morning and went to work in
anchorage. I checked my cell phone messages at work and got a  bunch of
messages from my mom telling me to pack my bags and get the hell out. She said 
that my sister told her that I had erased the message at home that my mom left
telling me  to pack my bags and get the hell out, yet I checked no such message
machine and received  no such message. Apparently my sister said I beat her up,
but I left the struggle in  worse shape than she was.
So this is my story. My sister is mentally ill, and she has turned my parents
against me,  and they believe every fucking word she says. I hate my sister and
I hope that some day  in the very near future she drops dead.