𝟥: "𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎'𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒"

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I drop my bag on the floor and silently proceed to my room. Although my room door is closed, I can still hear my parents loud voices yelling in the house. The cycle repeats itself everyday, my parents have a...I'm not sure if it's the right term but an "abusive relationship" is what seems right for me to say. Each day I try to stay out of the house to avoid those negatives thoughts that crowd my mind when hearing my mom crying in pain... No, my dad is not a drug addict, or drunkard, he's had mental problems in the past, and finding a doctor or someone to help would be to costly for us. My mom barely makes enough at the club she works at, I only work part time so depending on our financial status, we won't get help anytime soon. I grab a snack bar from under my bed and eat it while staring at the window. Beep I reach out for my phone which I threw on the bed earlier. 

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʙɪᴏᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?

ᴍᴀʀɪꜱꜱᴀ: ʟᴏʟ ɴᴏ, ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴜᴛ?

ᴄᴀꜱᴇʏ: ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ᴋᴋ 

ᴍᴀʀɪꜱꜱᴀ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ?

ᴄᴀꜱᴇʏ: ᴅᴏᴇꜱ 6ᴘᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ?

ᴍᴀʀʀɪꜱᴀ: ʏᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴊᴇɴ?

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴀ ᴀᴅᴅ ʜᴇʀ

_____________________________ ᴊᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ____________________________

ᴄᴀꜱᴇʏ: ᴊᴇɴɴɴɴɴɴɴ ɢᴜʀʟʟ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ᴊᴇɴɴɴɴɴɴɴ ʜᴇʏʏʏʏʏ

ᴍᴀʀɪꜱꜱᴀ: ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴘʟꜱ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ

ᴊᴇɴ: ʜᴇʏ ɢɪʀʟꜱ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ʏᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ?

ᴍᴀʀɪꜱꜱᴀ: ᴘʟᴢᴢᴢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇ

ᴊᴇɴ: ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴍᴀʀɪꜱꜱᴀ: ʏᴀʏʏʏʏ

ᴄɪɴᴅʏ: ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇxᴛ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ, ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ 6ᴘᴍ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ

Did they forget about my existence?...Don't they still remember I'm on that chat too?... I guess not anymore. Why did everything turn to nothing in a snap. As if I was nothing to them anymore, pointless. 


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