"Hey Mikey..." My dad whispered against the door, I grabbed this book and rammed it into a draw, sending the pen flying across the room.
"What do you want?" I asked, limping over to my bed and perching on the end.
"I wanted to talk to you, about what happened earlier...." He said. He tried to push my door open but grunted when he realised that I had pulled the lock across.

"Dad, I-I....."
"Please Mikes."
"I'd rather be by myself for now dad...."
"What?"
"I said I'd rather be alone..."
"No Mikey! W-w-we.." He trailed off.
"We'll talk later dad!"
"Why can't you do as you're told?!" I don't think that he expected me to hear him as he muttered under his breath.
"I said: leave me alone!" I cried, my voice cracking as I spoke.

"Mikey! You need help!"
"No I don't!"
"You're a f*cking mess of a person Mikes! You desperately need help!"
"And what makes you think that you'll be able to help me, anyway?!"
"I understand Mikes...."
"No you don't," I yelled. "You're never even at home! I never see you! You are never there to help me! It's almost like I'm not your son!"
"Mikey.... I can't help it! Works too busy!"
"And there we go......" I muttered.
"There we go what?" He asked.
"You obviously care a lot more about work than me! Thank you for confirming that, 'dad'" I spat at him and I pulled the covers over my head to hide my furious face.
I heard him stomp down the stairs, huffing like a tired horse and sounding very annoyed.

So basically, my own dad just told me I wasn't right in the head. How would it make you feel if you were told that? Not good, I'll tell you that. The sun was slowly disappearing from the world and I watched as the moon rose higher and higher into the sky, casting its spotlight on the pathetic thing that was me. I was almost asleep when I was woken. I listened carefully at the muffled voices that I could hear.


"How could you say that to him?" It sounded like my mum, and she sounded very annoyed.
"I-I-I'm sorry...." I heard my dad reply, the noise floating up the stairs.
"Do you think that calling him a f*cking mess and telling him that he desperately needs help, is going to make him feel any better?"
"No...but...."
"Don't you think that he's already heard this ten dozen times before?"
"Yes.... But it's true!!"
"I know! He knows! Face it you're never there for him! Never!"
"But he doesn't want me around!" I heard my dad yell.
"And why's that?"
"B-b-because.... he thinks he can fix his stupid little problems by himself!"

I sat up. Stupid little problems! Stupid little problems! The thing is that he just doesn't understand. And he never will.

"I know that we're not in the best situation, love. But you don't have to take it out on him. Talk to him tomorrow, when you get back from work. Ill have to go out for the afternoon anyway. Talk to him then."
I heard my mum reply calmly
"But what do I do? What do we talk about?"
"That's for you to discover...." I heard my mums footsteps.
"I don't know what to say to him. He's a depressed piece of crap! How do I make him happy? If only he could just eat like the rest of us then maybe he wouldn't have pulled us into this bloody mess!"

I don't remember much of what happened next all I heard was my mum creeping up the stairs and telling my dad to sleep on the couch.
Great! Not only had I ruined my life but I've now turned my family against one another!

Notes

Hiya. Sorry for the short crappy chapter. Not sure how often I'll be able to update as I've got a history essay to write for next week. So....Yay!
Thank you all for reading. Probably about 3/4 chapters to go. Thank you all for reading. :) Xx