356-- Day 3 -- 8/30/10

The two mile gap faded into one, and from one to a half, but with each millimeter, the air grew thicker with varying emotions of rage and thoughts of violence in till it was enough to suffocate me. Fighting the urge to turn and run, I pulled myself onwards, by the sole fact that the later I was today, and angrier they would be at me, instead of each other.

In all honesty, I couldn't tell which was worse -- there jumbled incoherent thoughts that raged with undefined anger that blared in till they passed out, or there focused thoughts, that were somewhat quieter, but by far, much more painful due to there honesty. The dull door knob faced me; almost as if it were sad I had to enter this den of putrid people, in what was once a magnificent house. Just grazing my finger tips against the coopery colored knob sharpened the thoughts I had been so desperately trying to ignore.

My husband is such a fuck-up. Why couldn't I have married Brad? He has his own business now, unlike my worthless piece of shit I'm stuck with... I mean...

God damn that woman is a cow. How the hell did I marry this bitch? All she does is complain. I swear to god if she doesn't shut her fucking mouth I am going to...

At the same moment, they seemed to realize that I had entered the house. Even though I had successfully taken off my boots, and made it to the bottom of the stairs undetected there thoughts were now aimed at me.

Look at my fucking useless child. Why the hell did I get stuck with a gay-ass son?

"And where have you been?" my mothers shrill voice raged.

My son is a fucking faggot. Wait no... I don't have a son. I have a daughter. HA!

These were sadly, the people the I shared DNA with.