That noise. That god damn noise. The same creaking of the stairs every night. God dammit Angeline.
I'm so tired of THAT noise. Every night. The whispers, the footsteps late at night, the harsh breaths. I'm done with that noise.
I hear Angeline at my door way. My breathing slows as I see her shadow stop at my door from the twinkle of light peaking underneath the crack. I can already picture the desperate druggie standing next to her.
See it's like a routine with Angeline my dear old sister. Same drugs, different boys, different sex. The game never stops being played.
Oh Angeline it's getting old
I sit there waiting for her to walk back to her room with the total drugged- out boy I imagined. I've seen the boys she brings and trust me they are not cute. they are mostly destructive, like her.
Just a matter of time till the twinkling lights turn off and she restarts her routine.
Oh Angeline oh poor poor Angeline
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