"If you cry out for help and nobody hears you, do you really make a sound?" -Unknown
I hear her, she sounds angry today. I lay in the safe confinement of my room, safe only because I've removed the doorknob from the outside so that only I can decide who enters. For ten minutes I lay there, in my bed, and I simply listen. I pray to a god that has failed me numerous times before that she decides against our common morning ritual, that I don't hear the familiar creak of the heating vent as she walks over it, towards my room. After I'm sure the house is empty, I make myself slowly get out of bed. I hear the old springs in my mattress creak as I do so and hope that if they are still here, they haven't heard me, but seeing as I must face them eventually I continue across my cold bedroom until I reach my dresser. I open the second drawer down and get out a pair of socks. I notice the picture of my father that I keep there as I go to close the drawer and I feel like crying. Instead I venture downstairs to find out that the house is empty, when I reach the kitchen I see the familiar sight of several beer cans strewn across the counter. I count them quickly, in my head. Ten.
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