my voice means nothing

I was so confused. My life was a wreck. I ran my hair through my hair and letting the tears run down my face. I could tasted the salty taste of my tears. I sobbed and pulled my knees to my chest. I rocked back and forth on the floor. I turned my music up higher. I didn't care if I busted my ear drums. My music was my only escape from the hell I was living in and the devil living across my room making my life the hell it was. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe this is the life that was chosen for me. I couldn't control that, right?

When I was little I had always wanted a sibling. Being an only child was quite boring and lonely. I had always wished for one. I prayed and prayed for my parents to have another child but it never happened. Little did I know that when I actually got my wish that I would regret it more than I could ever imagine. I hated that devil.