Daryl is still sick.

I can't take care of him.

My father beat me today.

I had paid more attention to Daryl than him.

I'm doing laundry.

Before putting my mother's sweatshirt in the wash, I check the pockets.

I find a small bag full of white powder.

The angels have fallen.

Daryl has begun to vomit.

Frequent nosebleeds.

Barely speaking for exhaustion.

Last week, when my father punched him in the gut

He got a hideous, enormous bruise that hasn't even begun to fade.


All right, the sole reason I'm doing this is for more followers, so if you want more family angsty stuff, check out 'selfish little bitch' or 'Hate.' Thank you, reviewers!