The wind from my shattered window swayed in my curly brown knotted hair, the whispering of the wind chanting in my ear as I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids. I scanned my room with my blurry eyes from my stained ripped mattress, that layed on rusted iron bars, holding the mattress off the ground. making it feel as if every breath you took could make it fall and shatter into a million little peices. I lifted my sore head, from all the cuts and bruises, and looked at my room as the blurry circles left my tierd eyes. The same as always, a few cloths here and there, the stained beige carpet filled with pee and manure from are two dogs, everything else put away and organised. I sat on my bed clutching the shirt I wore yesterday , which smelled of cigars, bear and sweat.
I rubbed my eyes and stood on the floor, only to step in a pile of fresh dog poop. Must be Lillies. I took off my shirt and threw it in a corner with the cloths of all last weeks, which was also this weeks, and did the same with my pants. I walked to the closet and opened it. Not to be surprised that the only thing in there were a couple of hangers and closed it.
I grabbed a white dress stained yellow from the floor, and put it on. It was moist with the dogs pee of earlier this morning.
I walked out of my room, the bathroom was on the left and a hallway leading right followed to the livingroom. I walked down the short hallway to the entrence of the living room and paused, I peaked around the corner to see my father in the rocking chair drinking beer, he was watching a show on tv. I looked at him and seen he had been drinking for awhile, you could tell from his dull eyes and the stacked pile of bear bottles. I slowly opened my mouth to speak. "Dad," he turned his head with an angry glare snarling, "what do you want pisshead!" I chocked on the next words backing away slightly. "I have no cloths to wear," "WEAR THE ONES ON THE FLOOR, YOU INTERRUPTED ME FOR THIS!" Grabbing an empty bear bottle he lunged it at me, barely missing me as I quickly ducked behind the corner. It crashed the wall shattering into a ton of peices, "Im sorry I'll never ask again!" shaking as tears bubble up in my eyes. He then slurs, "pick up the mess you've made you fucking crybaby!" He turns his attention back at the tv. I quickly bend down to clean the mess, pricking my fingers with each shaky attempt to pick up the peices. After awhile I finally have all the peices and throw it away, heading back tword my room, with nothing to do but sleep, that's what I plan to do. I glance at the calender on the wall in the hall, great, school tomarrow.