It's currently 8:58 AM. Usually, I would still be asleep at this time, but I woke to the sound of my parents arguing, consistantly throwing punch lines at each other. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, listening to them, not wanting to enter the madness.
This continually happens; day after day, night after night. Stupid fights about little things. Small arguments instantly evolve into a war zone, leaving me and my brother the only witnesses.
I'm scared. The end of my parents is comming. I know it.
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