365-- Day 4 --- 8/31/10

"Where the fuck have you been? I thought I told you to be home after school..." the banshee that is my mother screeched at me.



"He was most likely out getting fucked the some fucking girl." The pompous fool (my father) interrupted.



That shithead did not just interrupt me.

Oh god... I shouldn't have said that, it was probably true. What the hell is wrong with hi...

 I could feel myself involuntarily wincing at the mental image he threw out so carelessly.

"Was I talking to you douche bag? No. Now,"



Take that shitface.

"Bitch, who do you think you are talking to?" 


Whore is just asking to get hurt.

Before either one had a chance to refocuses there energy on me, I plastered my self to the wall, and slunk up the flight of curving stairs, past two different exists, down the short corridor, and into my sanctuary. 
There voices became muffled, while there inner voices continued to belt each other with silent hatred. My sanity can in a form of a sleek, over the ear cushions, which drowned out everyone else.

Not for the first time in my life, I resented god for cursing me with the "gift" of  the once a month trip the social worker came out here to "check up on us".

God, if that social worker could only hear what I hear... no. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Thoughts are meant to be private.