~The Voices Echo Louder~[Open]

I slowly walked through my house, my hand sliding against the chipped walls. I skirted absent-mindedly around the places in the floorboards where the wood was completely missing or caving in. I needed to get out of the house for a while, the whole day probably. I needed fresh air, even though I had ton in the house from the many holes in the walls, ceiling, and floors. "Stupid house" I said under my breath, kicking a bucket filled with water that was sitting under a small hole in the celing for leaks. My gaze followed the bucket as it fell onto it's side, sending water spilling across the wooden floor.

"Zuka! Don't spill the poison, we need it for the flowers!" I heard my uncle yell from the small kitchen. His voice was too loud in my ringing ears, it bounced around my full head. I clenched my fists and walked into the kitchen, my nose bunching up as the strong smell of alcohol met my nose. Sure enough, my uncle had about five bottles infront of him, my aunt sitting beside him with her head resting facedown on the table.

Anger immediatly spilled through me. Normally their drunk states didn't bother me, but today wasn't the best morning. Without thinking, I walked towards my uncle, snagged the bottle from his hand and threw it at the opposite wall. It sent a loud crash as glass was sent flying into the air. Some of it scratched against my cheek as a slight pain followed. Laughter filled my ears as I looked at my uncle, his face flushed red "good one Zuka!" he yelled. A low growl seemed to escape me as my fist lunged out, punching him right on the side of the head, followed by his head crashing onto the table as he was knocked out.

I glared at my drunken gaurdians before quickly walking out of the house, anger seeming to sear through my body. My feet led me down the dirt road, barely noticing the people who gave me glares as I almost rammed into them. Some gave me sympathetic glances as I passed, almost everyone in my area knew about my aunt and uncle, how they passed out almost every night or disappeared for days at a time. I hated those looks, I hated people pitying me. It grew annoying after a while.

A small bench caught my eyes as I headed towards it. I sat down on it quickly, my right hand gripping the side hardly as I closed my eyes tightly. I barely took notice of the stinging pain in my cheek, the blood slowly dripping down from the cut. It wasn't that bad compared to the wounds I used to get. Right then, I was only focusing on pushing the voices out of my head. They were growing louder, probably excited about my large amount of anger this morning.

Good job Zuka, you almost did it. I've been telling you for a long time how you need to teach them a lesson. If only you would've gone farther... you could've killed him, you know that right? You were so close to ridding yourself of that stupid man, so close to ridding yourself of his drunk stench.