When maybe at last I’ve danced myself out, I flop on the bed and let my music shuffle randomly. The day is over but it’s not. Dad brought the outside world in here with him and I can feel it pointing at me and getting angry. I feel Dad’s ey... Read More...
Dad comes over more often now. I can’t relax. Will he be
back again today? I don’t know. I’m not even sure how long it’s been since he stormed
out. It was dark outside when he left and it’s dark outside now. This winter is
the blackest ... Read More...
The radio pumps out the same old song. It makes me want to kill myself. Then again, everything makes me want to kill myself. Little Jo sees the look on my face.
“I like it,” she says.
Ella crosses her eyes in a way that lets me k... Read More...