I sat at the dinner table, the meal in front of me untouched. Dad glared at me wanting me to eat.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you eating? Are you sick?" He asked me like I was a murderer in an interrogation room.
"No I'm just not hungry" I quietly replied. I turned to my mother "have you not told him yet?"
"Told me what!" Dad said starting to rise his voice.
I seemed to catch mum by surprise "your son's a heroine addict" she mumbled.
Dad was shouting now "He's a what!"
Maddy stood up to face our abusive father and shouted what mum had said. Suddenly the dining room was in chaos. Dad and Maddy were standing shouting abuse at each other, mum was sitting in her chair crying and then there was me. I was crouched over watching my thin blood come out of the scab I had just scared off my arm and I wasn't sure why but I felt happy. The first time I had been happy since before my first high.
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Teen FictionShe was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
