Imagine waking up to a casual Sunday, thinking today was gonna be a great day.
You make yourself some eggs and slowly walk to the fridge, only to remember you ran out of orange juice.
You take milk instead.
After breakfeast, you start brushing your teeth and start to get ready for the day.
Your family was painting one of the rooms while you were asleep.
They decieded to take a break, so you wait until they're ready.
You wait in the living room with your brother.
Mom calls him to throw out the trash.
You wanted to steal his spot on the couch so you did.
When he comes back he starts to bug you, trying to get you off his seat.
You both start phsyically fighting.
Mom walks in and says to stop fighting then he goes to a diffent spot, then tears start filling his eyes.
You decided to leave.
After heading off to your room, you hear a faint voice say "I hope *insert your name* dies.."
Mother starts yelling at him.
You walk in and say "I wish I'll die too"
You run back into your room with tears rolling down your cheek, like when rain steadily roll down a car window.
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Author's Note
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"Everyone has the demons, even wide awake or dreaming" -Jet Black Heart
This story will be mostly about my life story.
I will be expressing my emotion on here so be warned.
