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Prologue:

It was happening again.

Silently tossing and turning in my bed, trying to neglect the wailing coming directly through my wall. It was no use, it was never any use. It just never stopped. The whole house was projecting dead silence, except her.

I could physically feel my sleep deprived eyes, closing and enjoying the few minutes quiet as her sobbing trailed off into whispers, until in a few minutes it would pick up again.

My bed let out a screeching noise as I shifted my body to face my shut bedroom door. Needless to say, my bed was the least of my worries, actually surviving was at the top of the list.

A lot of things were already broken in this house.

I knew eventually I would have to repeat the process I normally did every night, go in pick her off the floor, and once again put her to bed. When I heard her sobbing hitch up a notch, I crept out of the warmth my bed covers provided, hearing the soft thud my feet made as I made the journey into her bedroom.

I made the journey so much I could basically do it in my sleep. As I neared closer to her door the heaving was much more audible, along with a few sobs in between.

Her door was already open as she sat in the corner, reaching into a bucket in front of her. She was incapable of steadily lifting her head up, to actually chug down another mouthful of the wine that was sloppily bouncing around in her hand.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” I whispered quietly while mustering all the strength I had as an eight year old little girl and I heaved her up.

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