child - mark

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You said 'Crying doesn't mean that i didn't handle it, I handled it just in a different way' but, every time that I did
It never seems to get any better

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Amid a silent chilly night, sounds of can shaking and footsteps filled the ambience surrounding the lonesome figure looming around the wall of an abandoned factory.

When abruptly a voice nearing from behind them yelled "HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?!?". Upon hearing the exclaim they immediately run off disregarding the person chasing them from behind "HEY, COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT" making them sprint faster widening the distance between them right before they arrive at the closed-off exit making them jump over the parked car and getting in their own and speeding off. While hearing the loud blaring sirens bouncing against the back of their vehicle nearing the distance.

The moment they step inside of their so called "home", The resonating sounds of furious shouting and things being thrown filled the house.
Sighing, going further into the house heading towards the stairs. "THEY'RE ADULTS THEY CAN TAKE CARE OF THEMSELF STOP TREATING THEM LIKE THEY'RE NOT", frozen in their place not knowing what to do. "I KNOW THEY ARE BUT THEY'RE STILL MY CHILDREN OUR CHILDREN THE SAME ONES I GAVE BIRTH TO WHY ARE YOU LIKE THI-"

"BECAUSE I'M TIRED OKAY? I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM ANYMORE THEY CAN SURVIVE BY THEMSELVES THEY'RE NOT A CHILD ANY MORE ", staring off beyond the stares while silently listening to the hate filled argument. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT THEY'RE YOUR CHILDR-" a slapping sound echoing through the once peaceful and joy filled household. "THEY ARE NOT AND THEY'LL NEVER BE I DON'T HAVE SUCH DIGRACE LIKE THEM AS MY CHILD" Them deciding they had heard enough started rushing upon the stair before finally arriving on the second floor

While going to their room with the heated argument still echoing against the walls "THEY CAN WORK FOR THEMSELVES STOP DOING THIS" "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!?" Making them hurriedly step inside the room then closing and locking it. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS STOP BOTHERING ME" once again the sound of slapping and thrashing filled the home until it disappears completely fading into the once again peaceful night.

The next day

After cleaning themselves up, they immediately rushed to one of the other rooms quietly opening the door relieved to see their little sibling sleeping peacefully. Turning around only to be met by a hand slapping their face making their head turn the other way. Looking up just to see the tearful gaze of the woman who took "cared and loved" them. "IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY HE KEEPS GOING OUT AND RARELY COMES BACK HOME" not giving her a response and just simply stared blankly. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE A GOOD CHILD AND LISTEN TO HIM? WHAT'S SO HARD ABOUT THAT? HOW CAN YOU BE SO DUMB AND ALWAYS DISAPPOINTING US?!?"

After seeing her walk away to the hallway immediately going to her room and straight to the bathroom opening one of the cabinets taking something out from it and putting it on the counter starting at themself in the mirror landing their gaze on the bandaged forearm. Reaching out to unwrap the bandage to show the still fresh red lines only to clean them and wrap them back up

Driving on the dead silent road not really paying attention to it. Right after a few moments parking it in front of a building structure. Breathing the fresh air while walking out of the vehicle "I'm a child, I can't always be person you want... Who am I to you? Who am I? Who will I be?. Why do you always kill my night? It doesn't matter how many times that had passed cus different nights still have the same nightmare in them... All I ever did was say the things that was on my mind" They say as tears rolls down their face. Their feet taking them to a familiar place. The sound of can shaking and footstep started filling the air once again...

Repeating all over again.