Prey

Prologue

I heard the crash of the glass from the living room downstairs. They’re at it again. Ignoring the quarrels, I continued doing my homework. The noises got a bit too much so I turned the volume of my music a bit higher. I checked the time, it read 9:45, almost time for me to go on my stroll around the neighborhood.  I finish my work and put my things where they belong. I checked myself in the mirror then wore my hoodie and jumped off the window and snuck out of the front gate.

 It was cold outside. Really cold. I pulled my jacket closer to my chest and zipped it up. I blew warm air into my hands and rubbed them together. The lonely darks streets of London that night was too quiet. I kept walking down the road humming to myself random  tunes till I reached the ally I go to every night. I checked the time on my watch. Exactly 10 o’ clock. This is where I am most nights, all alone by myself. To be honest I like it like that. No mum and dad, no bullies, no annoying brother. Just me. The ally was really dirty, spider webs on each corner of the walls. I sat down facing the opposite wall, the ground made my backside wet because of the rain water. Great. The dim light above my head, let me watch out for any rodents that’s pass by. I usually come here most nights, when I’ve had a bad day or something bad happens at home. I like to write about it, let everything that’s on my mind come out on this thin sheet of paper. I take out a small pad, and a pen and start to write about my day.

Dear Diary

Today, only one of them had a hangover. Only mum. So that’s a good thing. Dad probably is at some kind of party right now, getting drunk, having fun. I heard my brother scream from downstairs, I knew he was terrified of the way my mom came In and started breaking stuff. I wanted to go down but I was terrified too. I wish my life would be normal. But its not. It can never be. It never has been. I don’t know if my parents will ever realize how they how hurt me. It hurts to see them come home everyday drunk, or with some other man or woman. I am ashamed of them. I wish I could stop pretending, I wish I could be myself with them. its hard to let the rest of the world know everything is fine when nothing is. I wish I could just get away from here. Away from the screaming, the crying, the ignoring, the pretending. Go to someplace like, an alternate universe?

I look at the book for another 10 minutes thinking of what else I could write, thinking of any other incident that had taken place. I then shut the small pad and slip it into into the back pocket of my wet jeans. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wooden wall of the ally, and just stayed there like that for god knows how long….