On the first night of our stay here, my mom and dad fought.....again.
My brother didn't do anything, he just stormed off to his room and sat infront of his laptop all night....with headphones on.
My sister was crying on the side, while my mom yelled at my dad and dad yelled at mom.
I was rooted on my spot.
My face void of any emotions.
I just stood there and watched.
My mind was screaming at me 'Go stop them!'.
But I knew better. Even if I did, they wouldn't listen.
Getting bored of them I ran up to my room.....in the big attic.
I opened the lights and closed my windows and blinds.
Then I heard my name being called downstairs...
I felt my heart race as I reached the living room....
"Get me a glass of water!" my mom yelled at me.
I didn't see my dad there. Probably got fed up and left.
I scurried off and got the glass of water for her.
But I accidentally tripped on my sister. I broke the glass.
"You useless child! Clean that up."
I felt my stomach churn and felt the tears threatning to pour out.
I cleaned the glass while I numbly listened to her rant about me being a mistake and some other shit.
I couldn't wait to get out of here.
"She's supposed to be dead."
That's it. I dashed out and locked my bedroom door, tears spilling from my eyes I opened my wish bottle(where I put all my wishes). I found the blade....my blade.
The tiny sharp metal felt cold against my wrists.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain.
I moved the blade and felt the pain grow as I grow deeper biting my lip as I welcomed the pain.
I put the blade back in the bottle and looked at my wrists....they...they were bleeding.
I didn't notice the weak smile that crept up my face as I looked at it.
I relaxed.
I felt like it was over.
For....now.
