Skye plonked down onto the chair standing beside her, dazed. She had noticed the heated fights between her mum and dad becoming more frequent, but it never crossed her mind that it was this bad.
Ever since Skye's brothers death, it was like her family had gradually drifted apart. They would all go their seperat ways, school, jobs, and other un announced 'appointments' as her mother called them. It wasn't often that they were all home, but when they were it was usually pretty loud. Always ending with someone storming out of the room.
A tear slid down Skye's cheek, but she quickly brushed it away. There was no time to cry now, there was dinner to take care of, and school work...but in the end she couldn't help it. All the tears she had managed to hold in all these long years, they came streaming out. She couldn't fight it any more, didn't even try. Her heart was broken- and there was nothing she could do to mend it