After the little incident, Margaret and Charlie became more responsible about the kids and the created time for them, no more coming home late, more family time and prayer. Each time they gathered to pray, I always refused, I didn't want to waste my time praying to a non existing God.
Everything was going well, except for my occasional nightmare and the feeling of cutting, but I was okay. I took part of the responsibility over the kids, like being a role model, a perfect example for them when they were around, I use the appropriate language and behave correctly.
The house was in peace but I was not fully obedient though, and was still a brat.
We were at peace till that night I had a vision.
I got ready to go to bed that night, the roof sounded like it was pretty windy, people coul
