greg

i write into my diary about you and dad fighting again like usual and i stop writing when i hear a very loud crash and my eyes widen when i see you holding your bleeding head and a big blood puddle on the floor with a bloody piece glass laying in the big puddle of blood and i see fathers bloody hands and you say in pain "what the hell is wrong with you!?" father says "you're lucky you're still alive, i was trying to split your skull in half.." mom walks over to you and she says "it's nothing!"