Tumultuous.

There were times when nights seemed to last forever, when mere moments seemed like days. Anger hot and seething, seeping through the walls and into my bedroom, as I hid silently crying beneath the blankets.

Scared.

Words flew like dishes leaving holes in the plaster, shattering into a million pieces scattered across the floor. Voices raised above whispers, screaming in the darkness. My name brandished upon bitter tongues, as lines were drawn and crossed.