"I will make my own meaning."The boy said as he raised his hand to grasp the air above him, laid out on his bed with dreams beyond his current state.
Drowned out to his ears is screaming of a female and the yelling of a male, both arguing and fighting somewhere downstairs.
"But... How? What can I even do?" The boy woefully deflates, reality crushing his hopeful heart.
"That sound..." His parents voices are slurred, the very sound is like nails scratching on chalk.
"Why? Again, night after night." He starts mumbling to himself, having no one to talk to, he talks to himself. Alone, holed up in his room, his only sanctuary...
"Nero!!!" The female screeches his name, he's about to hit her again.
"No, stop it... I don't want to go..."
Now just screaming, he hears the panicking run of his younger brother.
He knows where this is going, it always goes this way. Always.