I walk into the front door, automatically I go to my room. Not wanting to hear my mother and her low life-pathetic boyfriend yelling, screaming, and fighting. That is all they ever did. I didn’t want to be hit, nor did I want to defend someone. It’s not like they deserve it. But blood is thicker than water. To be honest, though I would rather be in the water then in the blood. Water doesn’t hurt you as much.
I closed the door behind me and locked it. I wanted everything to stop. Nothing in this world ever made sense.
I wanted the pain to stop. I wasn’t ever able to feel anything. So I took out my painkillers, and I opened it up.
I shook out twelve pills. Hoping that would be enough to get me out of this life.
But like always, it only made me go to sleep.
I woke to the sound of glass breaking everywhere. There was a dim light in my room. I had turned over to see my alarm clock. It was 3:14 in the morning. With a grunt I had crawled out of bed, knowing that my mother and her boyfriend would still be finding something to fight over. No matter what the matter was if it were good or bad, she and everyone always fought.