Its Not About Me Lasting Anymore
I'm listen to Mardell's screaming voice. "Shut your mouth you filthy little boy," she keeps repeating it to her crying son. Over what? His homework
"Describe the house and its surroundings, Now!" Who says that to their children?. I listen to her feet scuffle and my heart stops a moment as I hear a loud smack. It sounded like a bone cracking to be honest. However I'm describing what I have been listening to through the walls isn't showing this wildly unsettling feeling I know right now. Or the intensity of any of it.
It's very very silent now.