Please Just Leave Me Alone

I stare at the man standing in our kitchen for a few moments before I shake my head, slamming the door behind me as I leave the apartment. I cannot help but think that I am invisable; these men, they wander around our apartment with not one stitch of clothing on, not even boxers. It sickens me, does my mother have no dignity at all? I mean, she could at least try to be a bit less obvious about what she does each and every night, for my sake.

I glance back, wondering for the briefest second if anybody noticed that the door slammed, but then I laugh it off. Nobody in that messed up apartment cares about me, but then again, the only people staying in out apartment are my mother and I, and a different guy each night, so really, not that many can give a care about me.