Based on a true story....One of mines..
"I don't even know why I married your stupid ass!"
"Well it's to damn late!"
"No it's not, it's called divorce!!"
The words shooting out of my parents mouths are dripping with hate.
Venom....
Poison to my ears..
Divorce...
Would they really do that? No...
I don't think so...
That was days ago...today, it's worse...
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
"Don't tell me what to do in my own damn house!"
"Aye, go to hell..."
I'm sitting, listening.
My music not blaring out the argument.
Silently I suffer through this, staring at my arm..
Brown pale scars litter it from the crook of my elbow to my wrist.
No...I don't want to again...please...
The tingling in my fingertips sends a familiar shock down my spine.
Its almost to much to ignore...
My dad sits on the couch we just bought and I look at him, confusion glowing in my brown eyes.
"Didn't you say you were gonna stay upstairs?"
His voice dripping with poisonous hatered, he spits at me.
"You know what, I don't want to be by your freaking momma right now!"
I flinch at the words.
25 years together...
2 years of marriage...
All for what? Days of endless arguments?
Why don't they notice that it's hurting them?
Hurting me?
I remember him hitting her in front of us, not caring.
He used to come home drunk sometimes, yelling at us for nothing...
He stopped since he "found God"..
But what's the use of having God when your sitting there treating us like nothing?
Like we're the scrum of this falling earth?
You wanna cry...
My mind hisses at me.
They don't care about you....
It doesn't matter..
In the end, I'm still numb...
I try not to take notice of the shattered remains of my heart freezing like it's stuck in a storm.
Why don't you just start cutting again?
I shake that thought away with tears stinging my swollen eyes..
I'm done with hurting...
I'm done with the fights..
The arguments...
I'm done telling them to stop, and they don't listen...
I'm fucking done...
I just wanna die..
I want it to be over...
I look at the floor and sigh, the tears slipping away.
I just want it to be over...
