knock knock.

The lights were out when I got home, which wasn't really a surprise. I threw my keys over my shoulder and headed into the kitchen. There was a note on the kitchen counter from Mum. I didn't read it, cause I knew what it was gonna say. Something about working late with Dad, and leftovers from last night.

"So, what's they're excuse today?" she said as she set herself on the kitchen counter. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen. "I'm freakin' talking to you." She yelled from the counter top. Like I cared if she was talking to me. I bent down to pick up my keys and when I looked up, she was standing over me, my heart stopped and I backed away. She shook her head and smirked down at me. "You're not here, just, leave. Now." I muttered as I threw the keys at her face. She ducked and took a step closer.

"I'm not here?" She asked, with a hint of amusement in her voice. She tilted her head and met my eyes. I nodded and stared right back. You're not here, you can't be here, get out of here, no one's here. "Sit down Jen." She whisphered. I stood still and I could feel my breath stop in my throat. My heart pounded in my chest, my hands shook even when I balled them up. And she knew I was so scared I could have died right there. I wish I did.

"I said," she whispered, "Sit your butt down." I stumbled backwards into the couch, cutting the back of my legs on the coffee table on the way. "Do you always have to be so damn stubborn Jen?" She asked as she looked down at me. "If you're not gonna talk to me, let me at least tell you a couple of things." I sat and put my feet on the edges of the glass coffee table.

"I am here, Jen." She said pacing up and down. "I'll always be here." Then she stopped pacing, and my heart stopped. "Because under that Oh-I'm-So-tough stuff you've been putting up, I know who you really are. Isn't that right, Jennybean?" I held my breath and counted to 10, but it didn't help. I balled my fists and counted to 10 again. Nothing.

"Don't call me that." I muttered. She smiled, and this time I couldn't take it.
"It's not funny."
"Who said it was?"
"Stop smiling."
"I'll do whatever the hell I want. And I'll call you whatever the hell I want, got it?"

There was a scream. The coffee table went up and came down all over the place. There was glass everywhere. On the couch, on the floor, in my hands. My hands shook, my feet ached and I looked at the mess, breathless. "I'm gonna kill you." I yelled.

"You can't kill me, I'm not even here, remember?" And she was gone.

I curled up on the couch, with my hands full of glass and I counted to 10.

1, my hands hurt like hell.
2, what am I gonna tell my mum.
3, who gives a shit.
4, I don't give a shit.
5, I wonder if I've lost it.
6, Whatever.
7, I'll say we were robbed.
8, I
9, don't
10, care.

And then it was dark.