The bathroom floor is cold. My parents are gone. My soul might as well be, too. There is no money heating for this winter, my dad needs it for his booze, my mother needs it for her pills. I dont think I need money for anything. But sometimes I buy food for myself, when my parents let me go out for a walk. In our home we rely on food rationing. I dont think its always fair.
Outside a dark snow storm blurs away any signs of other lives, anybody at home. Maybe theyre sleeping, or they might have gone to their familys homes for the winter. Nevertheless, nobody is outside and it doesnt look like the snow is going to let up. Lack of road access has left me out of school for the past week. I hope nobody has an emergency, because the ambulances might not make it. Im very tired.
I wake up to screams and crashes.
My dad is drunk, my mom is high. They are fighting once more. Last time this happened, I swore to myself that I wouldnt see it again. I w