• Breaking The Silence

    Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. The ceiling is leaking again.
    Here comes Mom, I'll just let her know. "Mom-"
    She silences me with a look. Without a word she walks out the door.
    I'm all alone in this house now.
    Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. The silence is deafening as I walk through the empty house.
    Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. Drip. Clink. The water continues to drip into that metal bowl.
    I arrive at my room. There, in the middle of my bed, a pen and a note pad.
    I will break this torturous silence.



    Freezing

    Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. I'm still alone in this empty house.
    I can't bring myself to call it home because that would imply something untrue.
    Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. No, this is not a home.
    A home has love, light and laughter. There is nothing like that in this frozen prison. There is only coldness and indifference.
    Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. There isn't even hatred or anger.
    Those emotions are hot, burning things, and not allowed in this cold wasteland.
    Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. I am freezing, and no fire or blanket or hot drink in the world can save me.



    Sick and Tired of this

    "I'm so sick of you being so selfish!"
    I'm so tired of you putting me down.
    "I'm so sick of you saying that you're sorry when you aren't!"
    I'm so tired of you pretending that you know what I'm thinking and feeling.
    "I'm so sick of you not doing anything that I ask you!"
    I'm so tired of you yelling and cursing in my face.
    "I'm so sick of you being here!"
    ......
    Do I really need to say it?