Lampposts

Walked home tonight.
Called four times.
My mom.
Nothing.
My home phone.
Nothing.
My sister.
She picked up.
Was pissed.
Told me to call dad.
She and dad were in the house.
At the same time.
She told me to call dad.
Called Dad.
Nothing.
Got up.
Walked.
Didn't care about danger.
Didn't care about getting raped.
Didn't care if ended up dead.
Didn't care.
Care?
There is no care.
Sister can't even get out of her fucking room.
Take the phone to dad.
So I could ask him to drive me home.
No.
So.
Walked home tonight.
Walked past lamppost.
By lamppost.
She didn't care.
Didn't care enough.
She couldn't give the phone to dad.
Because they were in the house.
At the same time.
Because it's way too hard.
It's too hard to get up one's ass.
To give the phone to dad.
So her little sister had to walk home.
Lamppost by lamppost.
Got home.
Knocked on the door.
Stood outside.
Stranger of my own house.
She came out.
Opened the door.
Looked at her little sister.
"UGH"
Walked back into her room.
Walked home tonight.
I'm home.
But I'm still alone.