I'll make this work

I wake up from the sound of the booming alarm. I use my weak hungover strength over myself and hit the snooze. I do not want to get up. My insides are humming out of tune to my hunger. I open my eyes and look at the beat of the fan above my eyes.
She screams. Again. My tired body pushes up from my comfort. I walk over to my beaten down drawers and grab and oversized t-shirt. Probably from one of many guys.
I walk down the stairs hearing loud screams. It's weird how natural I can be in this house.
"Morning Joe." The only words I will probably ever speak today. I am so tired.
"Nice day isn't it" He says as we hear the witch scream.
I smile at his comment. At least someone in the house has a sense of humor. I lost everything when he left.
Most people say Joe is only here for the money. I think they're right. No one wants to be with my mother.