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Devil town

Song: Cavetown- Devil town
(I think this song is about divorce or it actually is about that, I don't remember anymore)
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Anson's Pov:

By now, you must be wondering who I am. I'm Anson Cloak. I'm 14, I like playing the guitar, bass, and ukulele. My parents are Henry and Allysa Cloak, they're married but unfortunately, aren't in love anymore. And this, you lil' shits, is my story.

It's 3:09 am. I'm still lying in my bed, wide awake. They're fighting again. The fights are getting louder, more violent, more frequent and worse. They were screaming and breaking so many things. It's unnerving.

Not again. I can't take anymore of their fighting.

Thankfully, the fight ended as quickly as it had started. It was over, the house is once again quiet, no screaming, no fighting.

My mother has threathened to file a divorce for months now. Dad couldn't care less. He just bought a new car yesterday, that's one of the reasons they were fighting.

They fight a lot more now, sometimes over little insignificant things. Sometimes, they try to be nice to each other and not yell. They do it for me but one of them will eventually do something to piss off the other and they start shouting at each other again.

I've gotten used to this toxic environment. I'm starting to feel the consequences of having to watch them fight everyday, it was inevitable but, I just wish they won't fight in front of me that often. I was told it isn't good for me and they were right, I developed anxiety and depression because of this. It's so bad that I'm being affected by their bickering.

It's terrifying. I can't explain what it's like to live in this household. But I wish, they would try harder to fix this.

[Time skip, 7:00 am]

It's already morning. The sun's bright rays piercing through th gaps of my window curtains. I force myself to get out of bed.

Get up. I told myself. My body refused to get out of bed. Inconsiderate body. I lay in bed for a few minutes before finally managing to get up.

I drag my feet down the stairs as I look around, cautious for any random flying objects being thrown across the room. Luckily, there were none.

I walk to the kitchen and notice a trashcan full of broken plates. I'm suprised we still have enough plates to use.

It's quiet. Mom and Dad have gone to work, even though it's the weekend. I stare at the mess they left, they were probably in a hurry. I look around and something catches my attention- a neon green sticky note placed on the fridge.

"Hey, bud. Your father and I have an appointment for a marriage counselor later tonight, we won't be home until 10 pm.
-Lots of love, Mom"

I place the sticky note back on the fridge, open the frigde th get the milk. I grab a nearby bowl and start to make my favorite cereal.