Dear Diary,
Hey It's me again, Mitch. I turned 16 today, but everyone acted like its a normal day at school. No one cared.. not even mom and dad. Only Jerome.
Well After the bus ride I came home to fighting. Its always dad going at mom. I can't stand it! I want it to stop.
-closes Diary-
I open my door and walk out of my room the floors creaking beneath me as if I would fall in. I turn around grabbing the door knob, it was cold and rusty.
I walk downstairs to get something to eat from the pantry. It smelt like alcohol and cigars. I heard my dad yelling at my mom.
I open the pantry, the door creaking. I grabbed a bag of Cheetos and sat on the couch listening to them fight.
I finally got up and went into there room. I fell on my knees my head in my hands and screamed STOP!! STOP, fighting your ruining my life!!
I ran out of the room, up the stairs opened the bathroom door with the hand that was covered in Cheetos.
I slammed it shut and locked it. I ran over to where I left my razor, sitting on the sleek tile sink. I ran over and with one little cut on my left arm the pain went away.
I unlocked the door and ran to my room. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I lay on my bed and let out a sigh. I close my eyes and fell asleep dreaming about the life I want mine to be.
