It was my first day back at school today, and I was miserable all day as I couldn’t get any sleep last night. Mum and dad were arguing until about 3 a.m. When I eventually finished a long hard day at school I had to walk all the way back home to an empty home. As I opened the front door of our families dirty, run-down flat, I got a waft of the stench coming from our house. As I stepped through the piles of rubbish on the floor, I saw empty bottles of beer and an ashtray full of cigarettes, burnt to the end, I knew my dad was home. As I threw my school bag on the floor, my books and pencil case fell out, just my luck. I picked them up, and peered around the edge of the sofa. I had found dad, lying on the floor, not moving. I was scared, worried, this had never been that bad before. I ran ov