I sit in my room staring at the blank word document page in front of me, waiting for something. Something I have not had in a long time.
Everything is quiet.
Mother is yelling, upset again.
Always upset.
I can hear my brother crying, tears of anger cascade down his face, and he whispers his hatred to everything that does and does not exist.
When the front door opens, it is loud, and it carries with it the sound of the rolling of wheels on the tiled floor.
The house is quiet if only momentarily,
As if in shock.
He is home.
We are in shock.
Father is home, a quick hello breaks the silence.
Then he sits at the table, opening his computer and stays silent as the fighting picks up again.
More yelling from mother.
More screaming from brother.
Then she calms.
My brother calms.
My other brother, speaks.
More yelling.
Everything is quiet.
Everything is always quiet.
There is no noise.
There can be no noise, I won’t allow it.
It is all I deserve.
Nothing is still coming, it flashes in big non-existent letters on my screen, it sits on the blank word document in front of me.