The walls of the elevator can't echo our silence loud enough. We suffocate in silence instead of addressing the elephant in the room— or elevator.
I've lived with Diana and Roy for six months now, and I never thought something like this would happen. No one knows better than me that people fight... but not like that.
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This room feels empty and lonely— this whole place feels like that! I've only been here a couple of times and it was only to help Diana get her stuff. I never knew this is where I'd end up if they fought. An old stinky and moldy, abandoned cave underground.
My room at Roy's place was nicer! It didn't have this smell— and it didn't have all the dust. The lights don't even work here.
I wipe the tears from my tired face and slam the door shut behind me. Throwing my bag in the corner behind the door before I slide down the wall and ball myself up to cry. Diana told me I'd be safe with her. That I wouldn't have to live like I did with my parents.
But here I am, moldy room, nasty bed, people screaming. Home sweet home.
