I am laying down on my floor crying,staring at an empty wall and feeling sorry for myself. I want to just get in a box and watch it all go away but im not getting any stronger by watching.I need to face it or I'll need serious help one day.so I wipe my eyes and choke back my tears. I walk down the hall and hear screaming outside , my mom's scream. I run like my life depends on it, what's wrong? Is it a bloody murder scene out there? All these thoughts race in my mind as I run. I dash to the front door and see my dad........... Shaking like he is having a seizure or something.
