ParentsMy legs are drawn up to my chest and I've put my arms around them hugging them closer. I burry my face into my knees, making stars dance in front of my eyes. I'm in the furthest corner from my bedroom door, and the lights are off. I have my headphones in my ears, the music cranked up.It doesn't block out the sound.I try to sing along in hopes the words will take me somewhere else. Away from this bedroom; this house. Away from reality. It works for a little bit before a crash sounds, and the house shakes slightly. I see my favourite teddy bear in the corner of my eye. He's not old, not a teddy bear I've had since I was little. Those are in the closet. He's new, only a few years old. I pull him to me and crush him between my legs and chest. It's immature and childish, but how I wish to be a child again. Too innocent to understand.Mum's started crying again, bringing back past mistakes. Her face will get puffy.Dad's screaming because he always loses control. His face will go all red.