Do you know what it is to live in a broken family? To know it for years and stand there, seeing how one of them tries to fix it. Without moving. Without saying. Because if you do, other's will rage. Because they think you choose side, when you just want to hide in your room, with your music and your books. Write something on a paper and put it away so no one can see it.
And you just wish to hide somewhere, a place where they can't find you. You just wish to run. To get away from them. You just wish this ended soon, so you can live somewhere else, so you don't have to be careful with what you say, because one of them may get angry and shout at you. One of them may throw your laptop on the floor while she's drunk, destroying the only place where you can hide from them. The only place where you can put your headphones on and write. And cry. Because your life is in there. All your stories, all your universes. You are in there, but you live scared that she'll smash it on the floor, that she smashes you. So you just hide in your head while she thinks you listen to her and she shouts at you for something he did.
But one day you shout back. A loud and meaning 'No'. And she stares at you. And then she insults you. And you can smell the beer in her breath. She hits your leg, and you kick her back. And you tell her to get the fuck out of your room. She does, but she shouts back at you, and insults you again. But you just put your headphones back on.
Because you just don't care anymore.
-Muco.