watch everything go

broken words

I went back home after school ended.

I never felt the need to stay. I didn't have much friends, I prefered to be quiet and just watch things go.

So I just went back home.

Part of me was hoping for Dad to be back. For Mom to be happy. And for my fat cat, Winnieh, to not be hungry.

I always hoped.

And nothing ever changed.

It was 3:16 p.m when Dad came back. This time, Mom let him in. Which only meant he was sober.

Which only meant more screaming.

They did. I think Mom broke her favorite vase, the one with the colorful roses. Winnieh was down stairs, probably terrified.

And hungry.

I would be too. Terrified, I mean.

That's why I didn't go downstairs. I locked myself in my room, doing homework and sometimes reading.

Listening through paper walls, two broken people scream broken words.