zoolane
08-13-2011, 07:03 PM
That Night.
It cold night the window is open. I crepted in as quite as I could. Luck for me the house is drunk as skunk which is nothing new. Plus my room is not exalt tide it as to said far. I fell full clothes with trainers on and all on my bed. I lay upon some old curtains for the winter months. I wake to the door being flung open with disgust look upon her face but yet she was in no better state than me. Reaching to close the door and Nan armchair is put in the way to stop it being opened again. Now I decide to change into legging and old t-shirt and pull back the layers and climb in. Quick have craft fag first.
Moon is surface it sky again, should stay and trying stay sober or just join with them? I think will make a run to kitchen for the crumbs. In the my room with my smokes and listening radio four. While curling up into ball. Wishing the shouting and banging with just disappear but I know it won’t. She decide try get in room again. Probably she run out of it all and just fancy using me as punch bag again. I am still recovered from black eye and burst lip which got from school.
To night it all seem to getting worse, I wish I was star twinkle in the sky far away from here. I am not in to double figure age yet and already addicted to drinking and smoking. I am alone in this dark world, with me people around me used me as rag doll and seeing blood spray everywhere. I have had enough, with leather which held tight in hand, slip it round my throat and pull hard as I can.
It cold night the window is open. I crepted in as quite as I could. Luck for me the house is drunk as skunk which is nothing new. Plus my room is not exalt tide it as to said far. I fell full clothes with trainers on and all on my bed. I lay upon some old curtains for the winter months. I wake to the door being flung open with disgust look upon her face but yet she was in no better state than me. Reaching to close the door and Nan armchair is put in the way to stop it being opened again. Now I decide to change into legging and old t-shirt and pull back the layers and climb in. Quick have craft fag first.
Moon is surface it sky again, should stay and trying stay sober or just join with them? I think will make a run to kitchen for the crumbs. In the my room with my smokes and listening radio four. While curling up into ball. Wishing the shouting and banging with just disappear but I know it won’t. She decide try get in room again. Probably she run out of it all and just fancy using me as punch bag again. I am still recovered from black eye and burst lip which got from school.
To night it all seem to getting worse, I wish I was star twinkle in the sky far away from here. I am not in to double figure age yet and already addicted to drinking and smoking. I am alone in this dark world, with me people around me used me as rag doll and seeing blood spray everywhere. I have had enough, with leather which held tight in hand, slip it round my throat and pull hard as I can.