04:56, 17/05/2003

Dear Diary,

I can't sleep.

Mama and Papa were arguing through the night. They only stopped an hour ago.

I think I heard glass breaking just now. Must be Papa again. Mama was crying, I think, choking wails that are louder than even mine.

The neighbours stopped caring about the noise ages ago. They call me freak, but I don't mind. As long as I have Papa and Mama by my side, they can't do anything to me.

I have to leave for school in two hours, so I should probably get some sleep. I'll write more later.

Love,

Angel