Why Not Fighting

The Past

Here I am telling a story of what happened and how it happened and why it happened well I am here to tell you I guess. Well here it is it was just an average night me stitting at home trying to do homework over the loud yells,bangs,andscreams. Really its hard to do something when you here that.It breakers you down but I am always strong enough and I am so used to it that I guessed used to it.The fight from the parents were one of the worst one I've heard in a while they kept going at it until I herd my mom scream and a gun shot then complete scilence.
I ran out of my room so confused why the hell happened ?? I kept asking myself until I can in the tiny aparment kitchen and saw her there my mom died on the floor just laying there I screamed.
"Mom! Wake up!!Please!"
"Please!Mom?"
I bent down and put my hand over her eyes and stud up all the way and looked for the kitchen phone with I pucked the phone and dyled 9-1-1 my fingers ty with no tears.Were the f**k!! Did my beloved father go cause I will kill him for this he probably ran like always running away was his specialty he always knew how to find away to get away the blood was still on the floor from when the Emts can and picked her up cops escorted me to the police station for questioning I told then everything I knew about my mom the fights how I am positive that my dad my father killed my mom the only one I thought that loved me now she was gone like the wind so yeah why not fighting I mean it solves everything right?

Now it's a year after that last fight and last drink my mother ever had. My father was put in prison and I was sent to my grandparents house in Michigan it's not like New York but I like the simple life they had I never meet them but I feel like I knew them for years they are the only family I have left and I am really glade I have them.