More screams erupted, she went by unphased, ignoring it as best she could. She wasn't ignorant. She knew better, she just acted like she didn't, it was all a big act. It was just a part of the routine. She was as fake as plastic - an empty void with a polished smile. She heard the voices begin to escalate, she felt it. She knew. Tonight would be it, tonight one of them would finally snap and leave. Drop everything and leave. Her parents drove themselves deeper and deeper into their own graves. Thoughts interupted by the sound of her door opening. It was her mother. She loved her mother, through anything, she cherished her. Her father, on the other hand, was the worst kind of scum. She'd wish him to hell every night. Her mother sat down and started to ramble. She ignored her, only picking up on every other word. When her mother got up to leave, though, she heard it as clear as day. "When I leave, I don't know when i'll see you again." And it had hit her so hard, she almost batted a lash. She had lost her mother. She had lost any fragment of her heart that remained. Her mother - the only one she thought was worth it. The one she sought advice from, the one she trusted with everything. The one that knew her in and out, knew the real girl behind those layers of walls. She had lost her mother. She was starting to worry, a deep pit in her chest knew that this time, her mother hadn't been joking. She sought out comfort in her music, consoling herself
. The screaming stopped. It was too quiet. She shook her head slightly, there was no way this was right. This wasn't part of the routine - no it was entirely out of place. She didn't like how it changed. She lived in a dysfunctional home, sure, but it worked. It always had. She found herself laying in the fetile position, facing the wall and clutching her knees. She would sleep, and wake up to find this was all just a big joke. One big joke.
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