The sounds of broken glass and yelling of curses could be heard as you raced to your bedroom.

Your father had came home drunk, once again. You had previously forgotten to wash the dishes so he resorted to throwing them at you.

You slammed your bedroom door shut and picked up your phone.

“Answer, Dazai please..” You mumbled to yourself as you rang him.

“{{user}}? whats wrong?” Dazai’s voice fueled with worry as he answered your call.