~Broken Home~

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COLBY
I walk home from school, alone, I don't have any friends, everyone thinks I'm weird and emo. I make it home to another unfortunate life awaiting me. As I walk in I hear my parents fighting, that's a usual thing for them to do, usually it's about something stupid that I don't understand, just give them a topic, they'll fight about it. I go into the living room and sit on the couch, waiting for my parents to acknowledge my existence. They stop fighting and look at me, "Hey Colby, any homework?" My mom asks. "Yeah." My dad looks at me with a dirty look, before he can say anything I run upstairs and lock the door to my room. My dad's abusive, whenever I do something the incorrect way he beats me. Once it got so bad I broke my arm, and that's the exact reason why I cut. You can probably assume, based on the whole experience I just had downstairs. I plop down on my bed and start crying, another usual thing for me to do. I'm only 16 years old, but my parents treat me like I'm an adult, I'm not far from it, but still. They act like I'm some random kid from off the streets, they don't care about me, they don't accept me, they don't listen to me, sometimes I think I would be better off dead. I wipe my tears away and sit up, looking at my feet. I walk into the hallway and hear them fighting still.
"HE'S A SCREW UP LESA!"

"I KNOW HE IS BUT WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH HIM, HE'S STILL OUR SON!"

My dad never liked me, and my mom...she's nicer than my dad, but she still agreed with him, I'm a fuck up. Always have been always will be.

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