Smoke perforates the room spreading to every corner of the trailer. Mold clings to the corners of each suffocating wall. The couch cushions sink and trap you in their hug making you fight to escape them. Grime and dirt cover the carpet in a stained furry, coatimg your feet in dirt whenever you walk across. The filthy cigarette tray and drained alcohol bottles fill every surface and every corner trapping you in the drowning scent of self destruction. Worst of all, no matter wher you go your never alone, the boosting sound of the ball game on TV always playing to remind you. Every suffocating second in that trailer breaks you more and more. Every “Your a women shouldn’t you be cooking?” And “Your 7 you should be old enough to take care of the kids.” Breaks down your pride bit by bit till your an obident daughter just like he wants. The longer you stay, the more you fade away.