I lay in bed hearing the screams of my parents. Tears roll softly down my face As I cover my mouth so they don't hear me. Mom and Dad try not to fight in front of me it makes the fights worse for some reason. Sometimes I sit and wonder why they got married. I have never even seem happy to each other. In my thoughts I roll to far and fall of my bed with a thump!
"Emily!", Mom shouts from the kitchen. "Are you okay?"
"Yes mama," I say moving my blond curly hair out of my face." I just fell of my bed." I jump back on my bed getting as comfortable as I will every be and try to ignore the softer fighting. Eventually, I drift to sleep during a pray tommorow will be better.
