It was on a depressing Sunday, I was at my sisters funeral, she was so young and so fragile. I don't know why God had the sudden urge to rip her from my arms but he did and now I have to pay for it. My mother and father were to drunk to even realize she was dieing till it was to late, seems like I'm the only sain one in that house full of idiots. I was the one who cared the most, the one that left school to take care of her. (Don't feel sorry for me, I've had to deal with those bastards for 16 years of my life, no need for tears now. )
After the funeral was over and all the sad souls disappeared, I made my way to the hell hole I call home. Upon my arrival sitting on my steps I see the beautiful faces of my beloved friends! I love them so much, I'm surprised they have stayed with me this long with all my issues and what not. It's good to know you have at least a few people you can trust in this shitty world.
Walking up the steps and heading for the door, Noel stops me in my tracks and envelopes me into a giant group hug. I'm silent but they all know I'm quite grateful for their love. After talking for sometime they scatter to their homes and I make my way inside. What lies inside leads me to what I hate most, my disgusting parents.
