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Here i am. Having to listen to mom shit talk about dad again. Telling me all her problems.
"That stupid bastard took my car last night after I locked him out of the house and spilled his beer all over the fucking seats."
(They should just get divorced already, but 'dad' won't let her because hes afraid mom will get custody and that he'll have to pay for child support.)
"And then he tries to act like I don't know he steals my money and pays to fuck other women"
(I don't get why people get married or have children when they don't even love each other. It'll just ruin their child's view of love. All the fighting. The shouting. The "I hate you" 's. Or, their personal favourite, the glass bottles.)
And yk what? The funny thing is, is that all I ever do is seem to be the person forced to sit through and listen to everyone's problems and they can't even acknowledge my own.
And I don't even care about their own problems I just really want someone to notice that I'm not okay I've always wished for a day where I get into to a serious accident the day after I slit my wrist so much and the hospital puts me into a mental hospital or sum random fuckass shi like that so they can finally realise how fucked up I actually am because of them.
And maybe, just maybe, then, they might stop telling me about their shitty problems and they're shitty life and realise I have my own without me actually having to tell anyone because I think if I actually told someone I won't be taken as seriously and then they'll ask why? But how tf am I suppose to answer that. 'Why?' I mean wtf even is 'why'? How tf do you even answer why when you can barely even form an answer for why, like you know 'why' you just can't explain it or put it into words correctly so you just prefer to say idk hoping they'll leave u alone even though you do want them to know without you having to tell them directly.
So instead, I guess I'll just have to keep listening until mom decides she's bored and tired of talking or until she has to go to work or actually remember to start acting like a mother.
I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a good enough mom and I [hate] love her, sure, and she'll always be my 'mother' but she'll never be my "mom". And anything that I say, always gets turned into an argument because she's not a "good mother".
*Rekis mother hears her phone buzz*
(Yes thank you mom for being financially stable and actually having a job unlike dad who gambles and drinks our his money away)
"Ah, my boss is calling me into work I'll probably be home late again. Another night shift."
"Okay"
"Make sure to keep the front door locked so when that good for nothing drunkard comes back, he won't be routing though the house looking for money again"
"Mhhm" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
8:32pm
Bestsk8rDUH.😼
Smn pikced a beff wi Joe ystd
Wer all gna met up to go wstch it
Ketchup🌭
The usaul place?
Bestsk8rDUH.😼
Obvi slime. Be ther fro 9pm
*read* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Joe, huh..?"
(Kinda shocked it's not langa again.)
*reki grabs his skateboard and headphones, making his way to the front door, stopping as he sees his sister walking into the kitchen*
"Hey, koyomi. I'll be out late, lock the door and there's leftovers in the fridge for you and the twins"
"Oh okay, do you want me to keep some for you and mom?"
"Nah I'm all good and knowing mom, she'll probably stop by at his house for money and stay the night. If dad knocks don't leave him in keep the door shut and stay upstairs, alright?"
"Alright, don't be out too late okay? Text me if your not coming home, the window around the side will be left open for you if i dont answer the door"
"See ya koyomi !"
8:39pm
*reki skates down the street with his headphones in, it's quiet and peaceful. No noise. No distractions. No one around, or so he thought.*
*while reki is skating, his music is paused while he's changing the song. He hears the very few cars driving by on the road and just as he's halfway to S, he feels a warm liquid running down the side of his head as he hits the ground hard. He feels the side of his head. Red. The metallic fumes getting to his head. Blood? His vision slowly panning in and out. He sees an angry man. He reeks of alcohol.*