Destroy an already destroyed soul?
Being the progeny of druggie parents isn’t a piece of cakewalk. There are scars, pain, a constant battle that needs to be fought and a feeling of sheer helplessness. A home which is meant to provide you with warmth, love and security turns out to be a place where you dread to go. The music blaring makes you want to cringe, the smell of alcohol suffocates you and the presence of unknown people makes you hide somewhere in the corner of your ro om. She could hear people laughing, shouting and slurring downstairs. She knew tomorrow would be another messy day for her, with all the heaps of syringes, bottles strewn everywhere and even her parents lying somewhere on her floor. It gets worse when she sees her father forcing her mother to sleep with his friends because that’s an easy way to get hold of more drugs. Sometimes when her mother would be sober, she would rebel and would get beaten up badly. Lost in her thoughts, she heard a blood curling scream coming from downstairs. She rushed out...