My parents always got into fights but I always ignored it. This night was different I was in the fight. My mom screamed and ran into my room tears rolling down my face. I closed the door and I climbed out the window. All I remember was running I ran until my legs were about to give out. I sat on the park swing and swung back and forth really slowly. I fell.... I fell to my knees and said, "God why, why me?" I got up and dusted myself off. Blood just flowed down my knee. I stared at my knee for a couple of seconds and started waking back to the house. In a window I saw him standing there I quickly jumped in a bush. All threw the night I hid there looking at him telling myself, "I am sorry, I am so sorry."
Morning arrived and I climbed back in the window both my parents were out of town. All day I laid there with my eyes wide open thinking of him thinking of what we should be. Will I ever win him back?
