Say cheese!

Another day another violent awakening by my father's screaming. The fucker is always drunk off his ass so he'll use any excuse to yell at me. All the yelling made me late to school yet again. No doubt he'll scream at me for that to. But of course he doesn't have the decency to drive me so I have to rush to get dressed and run a couple miles to get to school.

Once I get into school I go to my first block with Miss Harshwhinny. Since I missed the majority of the class Miss Harshwhinny decided to spend the last 10 minutes of class yelling at me for my tardiness. The school hallways where a nightmare all by themselves. It was either I go out there and I'm fine or the bullies find me and beat the shit out of me. Honestly it's a flip of a coin if I'll get caught or not.

I'm barely passing any of my classes. Let's be honest here, I do have potential, but no one cares so why should I. But of course the Principles Luna and Celestia are always on my case. Luna just yells at me while Celestia looks at me disapprovingly. But I've gotten used to them by now. They do this at the end of every day and yet their rants are never the same. I swear they are scripted.

The other students never seem to notice me though. They see me, but they can't hear me. I've grown used to that too but there is one thing I will never get over. They all ignore me and just keep having their fun. Their laughing ticks me off so much. They never notice me all the while flaunting their happiness and their family that they are so close to. The worst of them all is those six students that just spout bullshit about love and friendship all day long.

The hours just pass by at a snail's pace. When I get home I see my father passed out drunk. That was rather lucky for me. It saved me a lecture. This time though my mother is home watching TV. She doesn't acknowledge me in the slightest. But that was usual for her. Ever since I learned how to walk she has neglected me. But my sister on the other hand was always pampered and smothered with everything. They say your not supposed to pick favorites, but my mother clearly didn't hear that one.

My sister is just an arrogant pretty princess and her friends are even worse. Although she is a pain in my ass, Silver Spoon can be nice sometimes. I'm willing to admit there are times I feel like I've grown a little attached. But most of time she's just an asshole.

My father is a gambling alcoholic that will sell anything of mine to keep his addictions a float since mother cut him off. My only saving grace is that my bedroom is in the attic and that slows the old man. He can only get up there when he's sober enough because he can't climb my ladder drunk. Living in the attic has very little upsides, but it's better then focusing on all the bad.

Laying down on my old mattress on the floor all I can think about is having control of my own life. Everyday is pain for me and the only reason I'm still around is because it would look bad on my mother if I were to disappear. She only cares about her business and that's what she is molding Silver for. But not a single dime will go to me because to her I'm just a failure.

Lately my mind has been going into dark places lately. Looking at my emotions and my mirror they both seem to agree. I'm just that antisocial kid who will one day end up doing something we'll all regret. To be honest I don't mind that line of thought. When I was younger I might have been concerned, but now my hatred has grown too much. Now I just can't bring myself to care and I blame everyone else for it.

God I can't keep my eyes open for much longer. Midnight is the only time I can be alone. My parents screaming downstairs disturbs my solitude but it's the best I'm able to get. They'll stop eventually and go to their room. Which I should mention is exactly below me. Then they'll have very loud angery sex which really just sounds like fighting with moans. I always try and fall asleep before that though. It's hard to sleep through that cacophony.

Well goodnight me. I hope the nightmares don't come tonight.