Today’s my grandfather’s birthday, and the family’s decided to celebrate it at our place. It started great though, with all the food and relatives sharing stories and stuff. We watched movies and reminisced memories like we always did when we get together. Around 10 in the evening, everyone went home except for my uncle, who was still drinking with my father. So they drank and talked about UFC while we cleaned up. But then, we started hearing stuff from outside, something like sounds of punching. They we’re just having fun and I told them to stop before anyone gets hurt. They stopped until glass and bottles started to break. My dad’s drunk. It’s always like this when he’s drunk. He doesn’t care about anything but himself. My mom tried to stop him, and he almost hit her. I saw it, I was there helping her. He didn’t do it, but the intent was there. It was the first time I saw something that terrified me so much.
My uncle went home, and my mom and dad went upstairs. I cleaned up and found a pack of cigarettes. I stared at it for a long time, and decided to smoke. So I went to the bathroom and did it. I can smell smoke in the bathroom so I decided to take a bath, I removed my clothes and I guess this isn’t my lucky day, there’s no water for fucksake. I put on a towel, went out and searched for anything I could spray inside the shithole.. ioj’;lkp08r32imjsdfmkfl;e’ae,iakslrjdrttotorkfj[pq[rq[pekaskflsjf;ldjkdjfghjklkirio
Forgive me for my mind’s blank as I write this piece of shit.
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