was way too early in the morning.
She woke up.
When she wakes
up so does the rest of us.
She was crying and screeching.
It hurt my ears so bad.
I tried to stuff tissues in them
to make the noises stop.
But for her the noises
never stop.
She was banging on the walls of her room
and her door. Every pound
of her fist seemed to shake
our broken house.
Hannah wasn't home.
She never really is.
Mom and dad tried to calm Carly.
But there isn't much you can do when she's like this.
I was safe in my room.
But I felt exposed, vulnerable.
I wanted to hide.
No. I wanted to be invisible.
The screeching stopped for
a moment and mom spoke.
"Don't - put. The knife. Down, Carly."
It might've been a letter opener though.
I can't remember.
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Carly's Friends
غموض / إثارةThe Haines family has never been perfect, and the neighbors in their tightly knit community know this. It's common knowledge that Mr. Haines is a workaholic, and that Mrs. Haines can be over dramatic. They know that their oldest daughter, Hannah, do...
