He didn't seem angry. He seemed...empty. I walked up the stairs and down the hallway, past my sister's empty room. In the safety of my own bedroom. My long-length hair was tangled, smell of ciggs, and eyeliner was smudged under my eyes. i smelled of sweat and fear. Looking in the mirror telling myself, 'well, maybe it could have been worse.'
When i woke up the next day it was nearly noon. Climbing out from under the blanket, i threw on a pair of jeans and a top. Then i cautiously opened her door. Silence. Pure silence.
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