Crushed Apart

Stay Strong

October 28, 2014

It's late October, three days before Halloween. Everyone in the town of Fayette, is getting ready for the annual Monster Bash. It brings great pride to families to win the costume contest. In my opinion who the heck cares if you dress up like a total nut job to win a trophy. I'm pretty sure all the families just want the bonus prize that comes with the trophy. The prizes are: a picture in Family magazine( which of course the towns thing), and 500 dollars.

In the town of Fayette, there is this nice sized house dead smack in the middle. It is homed to the 5 time Monster Bash costume contest champions . Inside that house, was me, Jade Hollow, in my room doing my homework. After the car crash our family hasn't been to excited about the whole competition. We plan on give up on being the family who wins, considering it was my mother who mad the costumes.

James Hollow, Jade's father, walks into my room. He slams into the door frame, then bangs his knee on her desk. After re-stabilizing his balance he goes and sits on the edge of my bed. He opens his mouth to say something, but realizes that i'm not paying attention to him. So he slap me in the face as hard as he could to get my attention.

Screeching out in pain, I grab for my face. I take out my head phones, which were blazing with music. I look up to find my dad sitting on the edge of my bed. " Ow , what the hell was that for," I yelled. I smelled alcohol in the air, and knew that my dad was back to drinking. Again. He was on drugs but stopped , I hope.

"So you think just because your mom is in the hospital you can disrespect me? I am still your father and you should have a little respect," stated James.

" You have got to be kidding me, the last thing I will give you is respect! I mean for crying out loud you just blind sited me across my face, " I screamed . " By the way next time you try to tell me something look to see what i'm doing. There is a difference between me ignoring you and me not knowing your even there,"I explained .

" This is exactly what i'm talking about, you total back talk me," hissed James." Your just like your mother, she had that same stubborn attitude."

" Don't bring mom into this, i'm talking about you and only you. " I sigh." Mom being in the hospital is hard on me too, but we can't always be down. I'm pretty sure you will totally forget what i'm saying tomorrow, but you need to stop drinking." I declared. He probably will forget he even hit me too. He will act everything is just fine tomorrow. Even though I am very mad, I remember that he is all that I have.

"So you think just because your mom is in the hospital, you can disrespect me? I am still your father and you should have a little respect," restated James.

" You've got to be serious.... get out, get out of my room," I sighed in disbelief. He was literally saying exactly what he said a minute ago. He must be really drunk and it's only 5:30. I shoo him of my bed and tell him again to go. He starts his descent but ends up running into the door frame again!! So I go and help him out the door. Then I hear a loud bang and I see that he fell down the first flight of stairs.

After all the commotion of me helping my father back down the stairs, i'm exhausted. But I go and take my shower anyway. I look at myself in the mirror and the pain comes across my face again. I see my dark brown eyes start to water, and my dark brown hair frizzy, soaking wet. My light brown skin looks like I've been working in the coal mines( even though I just took a shower.) I see that my right side of my face is swollen, and a little part is bleeding. I uncontrollably burst into tears.

I charge out of the bath room and start throwing things every were. I have this sudden rage of anger. I slam on of my pictures of my dad on the ground, and it shatters across the floor. I continue to run around and throw things until I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I stepped on one of the pieces of glass. I fall to the ground and once again burst in to tears.I feel so confused ,because I have never been like this before .I can feel my heart pounding, as if it just wants to jump right out of me. I cry and cry and cry and when I can't cry anymore, I attempt to take out the piece of glass. When I look up there is blood all over the floor and pain all over my foot. I take out the glass with scissors and look at my clock. It's 9:00 and i'm shocked about how long I cried. I feel a wave of dizziness over me , but I ignore it.

I go find a towel to wrap around my foot and then I jump in the bed. I hoped that when I wake up there isn't blood in the bed, cause ill have to explain it to my dad. All my thoughts get washed away, and I tell me self ," Stay strong, stay strong." I never realized how tired I was until I closed my eyes. Even though I am hurting all over inside and out, I feel comfortable for once all day.