"For all you die hard fans who have just tuned in its 7:30 and your listening to Howard Stern. Today Robin's brought in Gary the Retard and Beetlejuice. We"re going to." Forgetting to switch off my alarm the night before, I arose in shame and anger. As I slipped through the last of the sheets, which had remained on the mattress after a long stressful night, I realized my two-day vacation had already begun. Knowing that I would not be able to go back to sleep, I moved toward the knob that leads me to the anger and frustration that I hide from every night. Thinking I must face the two who had brought me into this horrid world made my blood flow cold. .
Ever since the tube that connected me to my mother in ways that helped me breath, feed and live had been cut I've been living in complete discomfort trying to survive on my own. Since that day, that evil day which if were a few years back would allow me to buy alcohol, my parents have made my life unlivable. From morning to night I dread the reoccurring voices that scold my ways and me. The same voices that tell me I"m never good enough. The walls that shelter me from the outside world can not be called a home if it can not be lived in. How could a person want to be home if all they ever want to do is leave. How I always want to get away from all that angers me. If there were only something that would set me free.
Unwillingly, I lifted the crusty, heavy lids that hid darkness's killer from my pupils. The line between frustration and chaos had been crossed as I found the cleansing room to be in use. I scurried down the stairs in a fury to find no vacancy on the other toilet. After all the archaic events in my household it had seemed as if all the oxygen had fled from my brain. As I lay on the firm but fluffy ground that hug the insides of people's toes, I gazed in to the empty rooms where my eyes pointed. I felt a sharp, hard pain on my head as my body jolted up toward the ceiling.