My heart is broken. It's shattered into a million little tiny pieces. Everything hurts. It's as if I cannot do anything right. I upset my mom. I upset my dad. I cannot make either one happy. Now I sit here in this car listening to my mother sob. If only they knew. He wouldn't even be here. Everything would be different. He would be in jail. We would just live with mom now. Instead I sit here and cry silently because she can't know. So I just suffer alone. Silently. Just letting my heart break. This time I don't even care. Let it fall to pieces. Maybe this time when I put it back together, it will be even stronger. Maybe next time I won't cry like I'm crying now. Maybe next time I won't feel the pain or suffer. I'll just be a stone. I won't feel anything at all.

Now I have to go home and study chemistry. Which I don't even know how that's gonna work. And I have to decide what to wear tomorrow. I'm thinking jeans and my boots obviously. I want to look nice, so some sweater of sorts.

"You said you wanted to live with me. Stick to your guns and don't let dad bully you."

If you only knew, mom. If you only knew.