To tell this story, I need you to understand something ; I am not psycho. It very well does seem like it and I'm sure any number of people who read my story will be appalled at the ease and finesse in which I took when I left with a strange woman.
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Shouting. Thats's all I can hear emitting from the other side of my door. The sound of voices crawls up the stairs,under my door frame and into my ears. A voice deeper than the Grand Canyon booms through the house like thunder, rattling cups and shaking window paynes. another voice high and shrill screams back,trying so hard to be heard,voice being sentto both heaven and hell.I feel as though my room is growing smaller and the walls are pushing their way towards me. closing in slowly but surely. All I want is for the voices to cease. Or for them to at least be muffled.
My brother is probably blaring his music through his headphones so loud that his eardrums should be bleeding. Honestly I dont blame him.I wish we could run away from this place.Me and him.Away from this place of noise,chaos and strife.Make a better life for ourselves,but I'm only 14 and he's 17 .
This place we call "home" never ceases to make one feel as though someone is banging a hammer into their head at full force.The only time it's ever quite is when my Mom and Dad are at work.Other than that it's my own personal hell on earth.
