I've felt this sensation before, a tidal wave of sickness in my stomach, and headache pounding in my head. Its like a steam hammer, just repeating the ache's over and over. I guess I would expect it, the meds my dad gave me took a tole on my body more than they did on my brain. So they're useless, but if I don't take them I'll be in some serious trouble. It's not that my father would hit me, but he's a chronic drunk so its nearly impossible to know how he'll react. My best chance it's to just not find out the hard way.
I shift on my bed, still not tired from the tea I'd drank. Its cold outside, and the sun is falling at its early time of 5:30pm, something I don't appreciate about the winter. Shorter days. I lay here wondering. Is this all my life will ever be? Sitting around waiting for something interesting to happen? I come home everyday only to do the same things. Each day I come home from a day of school filled with the same drama its always been filled with, and I kick off my beat up red converse. Sometimes I'll wear my black ones or a pair of vans but they're all beat up just the same considering I haven't gone shoe shopping in far too long.
I then proceed to throw my bag to the floor, which is also rather beat up, and walk upstairs to my room and shut the door. Closing out my alcoholic father and my brothers girlfriend Dylan who everyday waves to me on her way out. After that I lay down in bed and sleep until dinner is ready. I get up and walk downstairs to our dinner table which is usually filled with tasty foods my brother Felix cooks up. We all make small talk until my brother and my father begin to argue. Which leads me to quickly finish my food and go shower instead of listening to them bicker. Finally after my shower I do my homework and study for school and once I realize its 1am I go to sleep only to wake up at 6am to start the same day over again.
This is my comfortable everyday routine that ever since my mother died I've slipped into.
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