Creative Writing: Drowning

Drowning:
She slams the door shut, shaking the house with pure madness. My parents step out of the house, and take their big argument outside. I walked over to the window and watched their lousy arguing. It always ends up in the same place. One either gets kicked out of the house or someone leaves and doesn’t come back till a few days later.
I was lying down on my lonely bed, looking at the ceiling fan go round and round. I was surrounded by the thin, white walls and the sounds of bickering outside by my parents. I breathed in and breathed out the sweet air that is circling around me. This was my normal life. Everyday, I go upstairs to my boring bedroom, set down my backpack, get out my headphones, and let myself wander through the beautiful
Oh Lauren! You are so blind with your life. You have one kid and you can’t raise him right! You call yourself a mother?,” my dad furiously yelled back. After, he walked out to his red broken-down car and left. Again.

I closed my eyes, and breathed in. Wet tear drops slid down across my rosy cheeks, and once it began, I couldn’t stop. Dark thoughts were tackling inside my brain, and there was no silver lining to it. I had one job in my life, to become a normal straight teenage boy and I couldn’t do it. The music started to get louder, the world started to get blurrier, and I couldn’t handle it. What was my purpose in this world? My cries kept on growing stronger, and so did my thoughts. I was drowning in my tears, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. Ding. Two seconds later, clink. I open my eyes and looked around me. What was that noise? My vision was blurry, and my music was still playing. I grab my phone that was beside me, and check it. Shoot! It was already 3 a.m. on Sunday. I wearily got up from my messy bed, and walked towards the door. As I walked downstairs, I see my mom drinking alcohol, hazardly. Besides her, there were many bottles of beer, vodka, gin, anything you can name.

“Hey, Greg! What are you doing so eerrlly” she drunkenly says to
He stared at the floor for what felt like a minute until he finally spoke.

“I can’t give you happiness anymore, Greg. I just feel like you’ve changed and you're not the Greg that I fell for.” He looked me right in the eye, patted my shoulder, and left. He left, like my dad.

You’d expect me to cry, I didn’t, but I wanted to. I got up from the bench, walked, and went to my next class. I just went on my normal routine the whole day. My thoughts tried to avoid Connor, but when I went home I started to sob harder and harder every second. The only person that really loved me, the person that I really thought cared about me, was going to let my towers fall. I fell for it, again. I knew I would, but I didn’t say no when he asked me out. I could have. I should have. After a few days later, I got numb from the pain, so I didn't feel anything. I started to sneak the alcohol from my mom's cabinet and bring it in the room for myself. I even remember one night, when my feelings started to get stronger, I had started cutting myself. My parents kept on fighting every night, and I would always cry myself to