You sit huddled in a corner, holding your phone. They're yelling again. Mom and Dad are drunk again.

"You never listen to me!" Mom's voice is sharp as a shard of glass.

"And you're always unhappy with everything!" Dad's tone rumbles like thunder, making the walls shake.

Every word echoes in your head, causing a familiar pain. You try to focus on the phone screen, but the letters are blurry. Your chest aches, and somewhere deep inside you want everything to just stop. You sob quietly, trying not to make a sound.