Sunday 22nd Of September

Katie sits in the spare room crying her eyes out, holding herself as tight as possible as if she let's go she'll fall apart. She can barely move from the bed and her heart is racing, screaming for help mentally. Katie slowly gets up and opens the bedroom door and she peeks through, she sprints to the bathroom with a set of clothes to change into. She hears a knock on the bathroom door and her feet are frozen to the bath, "Katie? are you in there." Katie drops down in the bath and cries her words out, "Y-yes." Her mothers footsteps fade away then she gets out of the bath and changes into her new clothes, She steps out the bathroom and her brother walks past. "Hey... Where's Dad?" He rolls his eyes, "Not home." Katie walks into her room and sits around her desk, "Oi Katie!" Katie gets up so quickly her leg grows a cramp, "Knock on my door!" he laughs, "Listen. This dysfunctional household has no rules on anything, Knocking is the least of your problems." Katie's eyes water and she looks to the floor. "W-What do you want?" He moves towards her and she moves back, "I'm not Dad, the most I'd do is hit you." Katie stares to the ground, "What do you want?" He looks at her disappointingly, "Oh small little Sis, I love torturing you in this way but I've come to ask for your phone." Katie lifts up her pillow and throws the phone to him, "Take it and leave me alone." He nods and walks out slamming the door behind him, Katie sits in her seat uncomfortably. "Did... Did he take my pencil..." She looks around the floor in the search for her pencil, giving up she opens her sketch book and looks through her pictures.