Degraded

Chapter 3-Sam

Trudging into my house, I say hello to my parents. They are always worried about me, they think I act different from how I used to.

My mom is a former flight attendant, but chose to retire from her job when I was born. Now, she is a stay at home mom and is always on my back, like a shadow, she is always in my business.

She, a natural beauty, has shoulder-length, brunette hair that falls in giant waves. My mom has brown eyes, that you could see a universe in. When people say eyes are the windows to the soul, you would believe them if you looked into hers.

Back before are family grew apart, my mother used to always stand tall, with her shoulders back, and her chin up. Now, she tends to slump, her posture unacceptable for most, and looks gloomy. My mom is considerably gentle...she wouldn't hurt a fly.

On the other hand, my dad is always ready to fight, looking tough, with his hazel eyes and bald head. If you looked closely though, he is as innocent as a chipmunk.

I decide to go to my room, I hate seeing my parents in the state they are in. They look like dazed zombies roaming around, though they never make a peep.

Walking into my little-girls-ballerina-which-I-wish-to-change room, I grab a book with poems off the bookshelf, and determine that I am going to read. I find that reading takes you to another world. I can escape my depressing, despised life, and completely forget about everything:

Life is like a constant roller coaster,
It's constantly bringing you up and down.
Sometimes though, the roller coaster completely stops,
and your left wondering, "what do I do now?"

So you get off the roller coaster
and take the steps down two by two.
You decide your own path to take, not
waiting on something or someone else
to decipher for you.
You are on your own.
-Aubrey F. Dauria

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Across from my room is my brothers room. He was extremely intelligent and everyone liked him. I haven't gone in his room since the accident, and I don't think I ever will. My parents are quite audacious, so they momentarily go in, but I can't. And you won't, Beatrice pushes. I ignore her warning.

Every time I leave my room, I have to look at my brother's room because it is directly across from mine. It's hard. I dread having to come out of my room, but I can't stay in there forever.