My greetings first, of course. ---------------------
This short story, is a piece I wrote when I was about 12, more like 13. But yeah. Please not ALL of this story is realistic, nor it is all fantasy. So just try to enjoy, and get into the mood. I refused to change, or modify the post, as I would love to show you how stupid I was :3~!
When you live in a dark world alone, it is hard to differ between the right and the wrong. It is hard to differ between evil and good. It is hard to know where the truth is and where the lie is. I lived through this world. It has been so hard to breathe, so hard to think, and too hard to love. When all you got was hatred and a glint of love. It is hard to tell, what you should do, and what you shouldn't.
At that day, I amused my life had changed, as my father was forced to get out of my life. My father had been suffering from mental illness, or at least, that what my mother said. It wasn't the first time to happen, it had happened million of times before, but, not as harsh and as violent it was that day. Me and my step-brothers were just playing around; Enjoying our Friday morning.
The screams and the shouting got louder, and the floor shook underneath our feet. My brothers started trembling and hugged me tightly, as the glass was broken, and we heard more screams. We stayed silent and their little eyes filled with tears, I couldn't really take their tears, or their heartache. ''It is okay. It is just a small fight. You will be fine'' My words were mixed. I couldn't probably comfort them, while I couldn't comfort myself. The door bell rang; I kissed my brothers' cheeks, and walked off to open the door. It was my uncle and his wife.
I then realized that my parents sound, wasn't just heard by us, but, by the whole street. My uncle's wife held my hands tightly, and pulled me to my room, with my brothers again. As my uncle made his way to my parents. I heard more shouts, and my uncle's voice, was louder to say the truth. He tried calming down my parents. Soon, my father was kicked out of the house. Before he went out, he kissed my forehead and my brothers' cheeks ''Take care of your mother, she is kind of insane'' He said. I got confused, if each one confessed the other was insane, who was thesane person in this world then?!
Hours passed, and finally my uncle and his wife, went to their house. My mom asked for me, I helped her clean the house, and clean her cuts. The floor was full of blood spots, and the glass sparkled in between the blood. I looked around, and felt my dad's aura. Probably it is because I was wearing his shirt.
That day was like a cut through my heart. I could never forget that day. It got harder now than ever before. But, through out the weeks, I tried convincing myself it was okay. That was for the best, to both my parents. And I swear…I wanted them to get through the divorce… But no.. Life is not that easy, not a divorce or a separation will calm them down. It is just… Complicated.