As I was tucking Jason into bed I noticed that his window was wide open, no wonder it's freezing in here. When I went to go close the window, I heard foot steps coming from the attic. "Man, this place is creepy as hell. I wish we had never moved from Krimmson City." I said while pulling up a chiar to Jason's bed. I hate that we moved, like I left everything that really matter behind. Even Jason lost a "friend".

Why? Why do our parents always have to ruin our lives? Like ever since we left our real home, nothing has been feeling right. Emtionally, I feel numb. I know no one gives a second thought about I feel and I know it's only because that I am a "child" that my opinion does NOT matter. Ughhhhhhhhh, life SUCKS ass, for real. 

      I rub Jason's head and watch him try to sleep. Almost every other night he has these nightmares that scare the shit out of him, but he never wants to talk about it. I am so worried and confused. Was it Jason's fault we had to leave our lives behind? I mean I LOVE my big brother, but we have been living here for 8 funky-ass months now and we still have NOT seen ANY neighbors, and not a single person finds that crazy. Now, our parents argue even more than usual.

I hear mom continue on to say "no you shut the FUCK up!" I heard an open palm slap, than dad goes "bitch, I pay the mother fucking bills, not you! When our children were toddlers, I was the one taking them to that bougie-ass school that you begged for them to attend! I take Jason crazy-ass to all of his expensive-but-clearly-is-not-working therapy sessions! What the HELL do you do? Or should I say can do? HUH?".

I shake my head in shame. Before I get up to leave, I kiss Jason's forehead. If only.... know what, never mind because any idea I have does not matter any-freaking-way. I put the chair back how it was and than left his room. I hope he survives through the dark night.... alone as usaul.

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     Written by Janyla Allen