One year ago - 2:23 AM

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was way too early in the morning.

She woke up.

When she wakes

up so does the rest of us.


She was crying and screeching.

It hurt my ears so bad.

I tried to stuff tissues in them

to make the noises stop.


But for her the noises

never stop.


She was banging on the walls of her room

and her door. Every pound

of her fist seemed to shake

our broken house.


Hannah wasn't home.

She never really is.

Mom and dad tried to calm Carly.

But there isn't much you can do when she's like this.


I was safe in my room.

But I felt exposed, vulnerable.

I wanted to hide.

No. I wanted to be invisible.


The screeching stopped for

a moment and mom spoke.

"Don't - put. The knife. Down, Carly."

It might've been a letter opener though.


I can't remember.

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