Effy's POV:
It's snowing again, I like the snow, and it's calm and quiet. The snow is dark and full of secrets, no one understands it, and people like to take it for granted. But it's hard to pay attention any more to the snow with all the fighting in the background. There they are in the kitchen yelling not noticing that I'm here in my room hearing every word and insult thrown at each other. No ever notices me. I sit in my bed looking at these boxes full of my belongings. Jim thinks that moving will fix the fact that Anthea cheated on him with his boss. This is all bullshit. Dragging Tony and I to Los Angeles.
I can't take all this fighting, so I go to my door, shut it and lock it. I blast my music and go to my secret little black box. I pull out my friend, my razor. One little slit across my wrist, just another scar among many others, they each have their own story. They still don't even notice my blaring music and yet they still yell. I'm not going to give them what they want, no love and no space.
I wish Tony was here right now, but no he is with that cunt Michelle, I hate her, posh bitch. He treats her like shit so why is she even with him still. She does not even understand him. She's probably go to off herself when we move in two days. I hate thinking, it drives me crazy, and I'm not crazy, I'm fine.
I turn down my music and there still fighting, fucking unbelievable. I went to the kitchen to see what they are fighting about now. As I enter the kitchen they still do not even notice me, and they just keep yelling. What should I do?
I turn my head to see a vase, and so my first instinct was to pick up and throw it on the floor, they stopped, turned and looked at me. So I gave them one of my famous smirks and walked away back to my hell hole to sleep.
January 1st, 2011
I awake to silence, nothing, no yelling, no hitting, nothing. It was so odd, I wish I could stay in my bed all day, but then Tony would come thinking something is wrong. So I as get up me put on my sweatshirt and walk to the living room. I saw my Anthea lying on the couch with a brand new bottle of her famous pills and no Jim. Before I turned Tony came by. I whispered to him, "where's Jim", he responded with an answer I should have just thought of it was so easy, "at the bar…. Again, I fucking hate them". We both turned to go to the kitchen where the broken glass stayed, to busy fighting that they didn't even clean up the glass. "Want breakfast", Tony asked me, "no, not hungry", "Eff, come on you didn't eat dinner yesterday you need to eat", "I'm not hungry" this time with anger, "fine". As he sat down with some toast his phone started to buzz, and Tony answered it with the pleasant greeting, "Hey nips", ah Michelle the Saint Michelle, fucking pathetic.
Oh look who crawled out of pill bottle, Anthea. "Are you packed yet", she slurred to Tony and I, we both looked at her and as for I, well I walked to my room, Tony nodded while still on the phone with Michelle. So there I sat, reading, "The Yellow Wallpaper", and thinking about everything which only leads me back to my blade.
Tomorrow is the day that I move to a new State and hate everything and everyone there. I just want to sleep and let everything go.