"No!" she shouted, Pushing herself as far into her bed as she could. Pressing her hands over her ears, blocking out everything but the music blasting in from her ear buds.
She dissolved into the sound, Forcing her mind To let go Of feelings such as touch and smell Until she was weightless, Floating into a void Rather than sitting in the smog Of cigarette smoke and alcohol That was omnipresent in her house.
Just relax, she thought.
Letting the guitars and voices Of her saviors wash over her, She fell into a half sleep, Where the only thing Other than the music Was the longing to live here, Endlessly, In a void of nothing.
Because if there's one thing she'd learned, It was better to feel nothing at all Than nothing but pain.
I can't believe you're making her feel this way. I wish you would just leave. I'd rather have no father at all than a father like you.