17/07/2017

<p></p>I can't sleep. I can't... Jesus! What the hell is happening here??? Dad's boarded the windows up, mums still in bed vomiting for Wisconsin and me? I'm writing stupid frigging words on stupid frigging paper listening to noises filtering through from a world I'm being locked away from; helicopter blades, commanding shouts, gunshots... the occasional scream. The army officer who just left us, said to hold tight, stay indoors, they got it under control. It don't sound like to me like they got shit under control from what I'm hearing. But then, what do I know? I'm just a girl, sitting hunched against her living room wall writing in a damn diary. Someone they don't need to tell shit, 'cause what? I'm just a kid?

Promise to self, the next time someone says that to me— punch them. Hard.

I can hear mum vomiting again. Dad don't look to good either and Stacey Williams says her parents are the same, but that was five hours ago and my phone is dead along with the electricity. I'm writing this by good old battery powered flashlight. Dad's signalling me over to him, there are two guns by his side, one revolver and one rifle. Now, I'm scared.