Dear Wanderer,
In this wide space room, I share with two other people, my siblings who are asleep. 2 am, I'm tired but I can't sleep. Maybe the late night caffeine intake finally kicked in or the tension and fear bubbling inside me keeps me awake…Earlier, I was awoken around 12 midnight by the loud voice and thrashing by my parents down the living room. I could hear the door banging so many times. He's drunk, again. He promised he'd try not to drink anymore, but he couldn't keep it for a month. Should I head down stairs and stop them? the neighbors can hear them. Who should I side with? This keeps happening so many times, I've lost count. It hasn't been three days since the last fight. How am I supposed to keep up with all this when I'm just a…I'm not a child.
Ah, He left. He probably took some cash with him to go drinking again. I could hear the loud engine of his motorcycle. I let my tense shoulder drop. Down stairs, I could hear the locks click the gate, the door, and the windows. Maybe they fought about money again. I heard a knock on our room, I acted as if I just got out of bed so she wouldn't notice I was listening. She entered our room, took out a change of clothes and spoke words of her injuries and wounds. As I laid down on the bed, I covered my face with a pillow, not looking at her. I can't face her, I know she's hurt but I just can't. Noticing that I wasn't listening to her she left the room, I locked the door and turned off the lights. I'm a coward, I can't even help. I can't even shed a single tear, not anymore. I just hope that someone would just come and kill me in the painless way possible. Pathetic isn't it, me wanting to die but does not have the courage to commit. Even asking for someone else to take the fall for me. Just kill me already, what purpose do I have left?
Signed,
Anonymous
