Homeless Diary

Mom and dad always seem to be fighting. They never stop and it's

normally over something small and insignificant like what to watch on

the television. It's really starting to make me depressed and getting

me down. It's even starting to affect my schoolwork. Not once have

they asked me how I feel about something, it's always well I don't

want to do that or I do want do that never is it well Paul what do you

want to do?

My so-called mates aren't any use. They've just stopped coming to my

house making the excuse that they don't feel comfortable about being

there when my parents fight. Which you can't really blame them for, as

I too would be uncomfortable in the same situation.

Ashley is taking it harder than me, she just can't handle the arguing,

but which kid her age could. She's only 9, how could they leave her

locked in her room while they argued. I sometimes think that we would

be better off if we left. I don't know where we would go but it's got

to be better than where we are now. Maybe we could go and live with

Aunt Jane, ok so she isn't all that better than our parents are now.

But I'm sure she would stop drinking if she had to start looking after

Ash and me.

It's starting to get worse now they wont even talk to each other. They

just both sit there and drink. They drink till the early hours if the

morning. Then they don't get up for work early enough, and end up

rushing. Then they take it out on us, so far it's only been verbally,

I don't know what I would do if either of them laid a finger on

Ashley. I would just loose it; I wouldn't be able to control myself. I

love her too much for anything like that to happen to her. I'd rather

die then have my baby sister beaten about like some sort of animal.

I don't know what to do anymore, don't know how much longer I can keep