My Section of Dysfunction

Chapter 1

Clash....
A glass against a wall.
Thud....
A stool shoots across a room.
I may not remember much of my five year old life,but this is forever imprinted in my mind. The screaming, the crying,the throwing of whatever was close. The room is the definition of destruction. Furniture is thrown across a scratched floor, and the wall is full of holes from objects and fists thrown too hard. They come into view,my mom and Aunt. Their golden hair sticking out at odd angle,and anger swimming in their eyes. Their similar voices make it difficult to discern its speaker. The words are full of thick, hot rage and pent up frustration. This had gone on for weeks. I didn't know why, but I just stayed out of the way. I would hide in my room,crumpled in a ball with my hands to my ears wishing it all away. I pretended it helped even though it didn't.
That day I got tired of waiting for reconciliation. I thought I could fix it if I only saw closer. I gathered the only courage I had,and crept down the stairs taking them one at a time. The voices grew grew louder with every heat pounding step. Voices screaming "Its all your fault" and "Look what you did". As I approach the bottom,they storm into the room. The atmosphere fills with a hodgepodge of insults and comebacks. They don't see me for being so focused on their own hatred. I feel my head hurt and my pulse quicken. My palms become drenched with sweat. What will they do if they see me?
With a quick flash my mother yanks a lamp from its outlet. (The lamp that changed my future) She hurls the infamous lamp it at my aunt and misses the mark. It lands on my arm in a sickening crunch. Pain radiates through me in both my arm and soul. Tears run down my face as I begin to sob all the emotion I'd felt pours out. Screams ring out in 3 directions. This is the day that caused my life to be changed. This is the day I got in the way.