I walk up to my room and drop my bag at the floor. I stare at the pitch-black ceiling and pull out my phone. I raise the volume in my headphones and try to block the noise I hear. My mind feels like it going to rip itself apart. Lately, all my parents having been doing is nothing, but argue. Fights, yelling then there this uncomfortable silence where nobody can say anything.

I have tried to put on a brave face, but I can’t keep pretending anymore. I look up to see across from bed, a picture frame of my family. It was taken a couple of years ago and it was a time when the fights hadn’t escalated to this point. I know that it normal for a family to argue from time to time. However, for a family to argue every single day, and talk about leaving or divorce isn’t normal. Things didn’t used to be this way in the past I hear them argue over money, and occasion about family members. I don’t know when my parents fighting got worse.

Now I’m sick of all this-fighting. I have started to avoid my parents at all costs and coming home late. I try to block the drama by staying in my room, listening to music or movies. I have started to avoid my parents at all costs and coming home late. My schoolwork has started to suffer because of this, and I know my friends are starting to suspect something wrong. I have started cancelling plans on them, not handing in assignments, and becoming more reclusive. I haven’t told any of my friends that truth and I don’t want them to know about the situation at my home. I feel that if I tell my friends the truth then….

I feel weaker, sluggish, and tired. I try to remember the time before all the fighting, screaming, and lies. I want to go home. The beautiful irony is I am home, but I don’t feel I am at home. This home feels more foreign to me by each passing day. Everyday nothing changes and something inside of me begins to fade.

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