Endless Torture

A/N: It's 12:46 so don't ask.

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There's no way out of it.

Screams shatter the silence of the night and a slamming door can be heard. They're fighting again - it's about me as usual.

How I can't do anything right.

How I can't follow rules.

How I can't sleep at night.

They fight about me endlessly. Ever since that day they were wed a year ago.

It's never about him - the golden child. My brother.

No, he cannot do a wrong. It's always me.

I can't ever do anything right.

They don't realize how bad they're fucking me up. They'll never know that I contemplate suicide daily.

They'll never know because I refuse to tell them. It would only worsen the fights and the screaming.

I can't stand the screaming. Heard enough of it as a child. My parents did it a lot.

Now *him, * - it - and her scream loud enough to wake the neighbors from they're peaceful slumber.

And they wonder why I'm anti-social. I'd rather die than bring friends over while they're here. My so-called "friends" know nothing of my home life. They have no idea I wish to die.

My only consolation is that I can leave this hellhole in a few more years.

That is, if I live that long.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review.

If you want this to have chapters just say so. I'll do whatever with this one.