Life

Well, life sucks. Miserably. If anyone has advice, I'd much appreciate it-- I'm like an animal backed into a corner... by my mother and my sister. Both of which are bipolar.
To make such a long, painful, obnoxious, and rather wearying story short would be difficult, but I shall try to be brief.
Last weekend, my sister bought a cell phone from Walmart without my parents knowledge. She chatted to her friends on Instant Messenger about it, bragging. SHe was, at the time, on telephone, and internet restrictions.
On Wednesday night, Mom found her chats. Then things went boom...

She came into our room, with a flashlight, at one in the morning. She was searching for Sunny's backpack. Sunny startled awake, and started yelling. They had beeen at each other all afternoon. Earlier, Mom was being a control freak, and asked Sunny what came after vaccuuming as far as her chores were concerned, in such a patronizing voice that it made my stomach turn. Sunny's response, though, really caused waves-- "a fresh slit on my wrists." Sunny's been cutting herself on and off for three years, including about a month ago. ANyway, things were getting pretty bad-- Sunny was yelling that she hated our mom, and that she was "f***ing psycho." Dad had to hold her down to keep her away from mom. They ended up calling the cop, trying to get her bakeracted, but the cops said she wasn't qualified. I got no more than 1/2 an hour of sleep that night.
The next day (Thursday), after Sunny swore that the phone was in her locker, Mom went with her to go get it, and I went to the front of the school to get my cello turned in to the orchestra room. The phone wasn't in her locker, but in my cello case, where she had slipped it the night before. Mom and her went to the Dean of Students, Mr. Bailey, who said that if she stayed in school he would get the phone for mom. Sunny disclosed who had it in private, and Mom didn't allow her to stay, because he wouldn't get the phone right away. I turned it in to him, later that day. That night, SUnny wouldn't tell who had the phone, and I was afraid