Falling of Rain

Chapter 1

I closed my eyes as I leaned my head back against my white wall. I wish these walls were black, but mom can barely afford our house let alone new anything. So I just suck it up and pretend they're black. Melanie Martinez aka the only person who can perfectly describe in a song how I feel without her even knowing it.
I tapped my pointer finger against my thigh to the beat of the song Sippy Cup with my eyes closed. At times like this, it was best to just put my apple earbuds on and block out Mom and Dad's arguing. If it got too bad, I'd just go out he window and to my treehouse in the backyard. The worst is probably Dad starting to hit Mom and Mom slamming another glass vase against them. I looked at my forearm at the large scar I had gotten a while back. I know it sounds stupid to think that it's a good luck charm, but that's honestly how it feels. Since Mom gave me this scar by accident when she was drunk, neither of them have pulled me into one of their fights.
I stared at the white laces on my black and white converse wondering if I forgot to complete any of the homework we were given on Friday. When I couldn't think of any I stood up slowly and arched my back, cracking it. I like the sound it makes, honestly. My dirty blonde hair was pulled up into a pony tail so it wouldn't get in my way as I stares into my full body mirror against the back of my door. The freckles across my nose stayed the same so I moved to my grey eyes. They matched Dad's and I hated it. More so, I hate him. No, I hate both of my parents. It's abuse to be forced to live in the same house as two fighting parents; not to mention an only child. My music keeps me sane as well as the very few friends I have.
I sat in my dark blue beanbag chair as my eyes grew heavy. Please just help my life get better...whoever is listening to this that is. If it's God, um, hey big guy. If you could help me maybe to make some more friends or something tomorrow, that'd be great! I took a few deep breaths and I was off to sleep.