we will find a way

prolodgue:

  i remember my moms headlight shinning through my bedroom window. i remember hearing the front door slam and wondering what was wrong. i hopped out of my bed and crawled silently to the top of the steps. i heard them yelling at each other in such hurtiful way. i was cry when they started throughing stuff.

first it was just the mail but it got bigger. my dad was throwing pictures of the wall and hitting my mom. i wanted it to stop. i wanted it so badly to stop. the bigger the things got the more i cried. all of the sudden i heard a big thud. it was all quit except for the cry of my father. he ran past the steps and into his office. i didnt know what was happening. i heard my father opening his gun safe.

it all fit together after that. i ran down the stairs just in time to heard the gun shot . i saw my fathers limp body hit the floor. i ran over to him and craddeled his heard in my lap.

"daddy wake up!!!" i screamed over and over again. he never did. i got up and tried to run to my mom. i feel and hit my head on my table. i just got up and ran to the kitchen only to see my mom laying in a puddle of blood.

i was never abled to get that picture out of my head. not when i was taken to so many therapist . not when i was put in an orphanage or when it was my 10th birthday and i was alone. i was always alone till i meet nathen. my best friend, secret teller and maybe something more.

ever since that day i meet nathen i was beganing to forget. nathen was my cure, my remedy.