I woke up to the sound of my sisters loud, annoying hair dryer. I looked at my phone, squinting because the brightness is to bright, and it read 7:45. I woke up 15 minutes before my alarm. So I get up and go to the bathroom.
The bathroom was small and pristine(it has to be because if it isn't my sister will go mental). I pick up my old manky toothbrush and an almost finished toothpaste and gave the bottle a big squeeze as a tiny bit of toothpaste came out.
Once I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, I picked out a white baggy t-shirt and some old, but comfortable blue boy shorts. I really didn't care what I looked like.
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My dad likes to play games. Games I don't like. Games like, "beat her until she is screaming" or "take the piss at what she is wearing, she is a girl wear revealing stuff so I can wank". It's all really horrible. My dad is mainly drunk. He was never like this until my mum died on the 22 of April 2016. It's now November 29th 2020 and it's still happening.
My sister doesn't care. She never has, and never will. Even when mum was alive she would always hate me. So nothing really happened between us. I wish my mum was here and my sister loved me.
