Into the dark

I'm laying here in the darkness, waiting for sleep to take me. It doesn't happen. The yelling is keeping me up. They don't try to be quiet anymore. They don't care if I hear them. My parents do this all the time, but It's really bad this time. They're both screaming insults at each other. My mom throws a bottle in a drunken rage. I can hear it shatter against the wall. I hope the neighbors don't call the cops. Then I hear a loud smacking sound. My mother shrieked in pain. He slapped her. I heard someone quickly leave the house but I'm not sure who. Should I care? Yes. Do I? No.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm sebastian. My last name doesn't matter. I don't even want it. Well, my mom is an alcoholic and my dad has anger issues. Yay.

Let me tell you some facts about me. My favorite color is blue, my favorite bands are All time low and Pierce the veil, and I'm a cat person. I'm 16 and 5,2. I'm short. That's just the simple stuff. Let's get personal. I have depression, I hate my body, I don't eat but I don't think I have an eating disorder, I don't have friends, people don't like me, and I get bullied. Oh well. I try not to focus on shitty people. It's hard. I'm going to get out of here someday and no one will be able to stop me.