Life Through My Eyes

Chapter 4: The Misery of my siblings

My mom and my step father, Ricky, were together since I was 4. But apparently he was cheating on her and she found out and they started to fight a lot. One day, it got so bad that I was the one who had to call the police because they were throwing things and even throwing each other. My little sister, who was about 2 would sit there crying and I'd have to bring her in my room for my brother to hold while I dealt with the situation. This went on and on for about a year. But it wasn't that frequent. They would argue every other week which would turn into a fight.

But it was frequent enough for me to decide I had enough. On school days I would go to my uncle's house for about an hour before I went home. Sometimes I would hang out with some of my friends before I went over there for an hour. Me, my brother, and my uncles were about the stupidest combination a person could make. We did nothing but mess around and do things we weren't supposed to do. They used to live in the house right behind the ECC, and the only thing that separated them was a flimsy old fence, but it was pretty tall,however, that didn't stop us. Usually, we would hop the fence and roam around the empty schoolyard like hooligans, but this time they were doing construction work in the yard. When the workers left we went to the site and played in the bulldozers and cranes. We ran around the thin rimmed cement pit, daring fate to drop us in, until my uncle, Oshane nearly fell in and held on to his brother,Kino, for support and sling-shotted Kino into the pit, while Oshane stood safely on the rim. We all laughed except for Kino, who looked like a cement and Oreo fudge pop.

The more my parents fought at home, The more I went to they're house after school, the longer I stayed, until it would be times where I would get out of school at 2:30pm everyday and get home around 5:00pm and they questioned me as to where I was and when I told them they didn't believe me. Being accused of lying became a real issue for me at this age because I felt as if my mom would accuse me of lying so often because she was used to someone lying to her.

They started to fight even more often now, and even louder, and more violent, to where I started to get my sister dressed and taking her with me to my uncles house when they finally fell asleep. I would get in trouble every time but I didn't care. She was too young to witness all of that violence, especially from the two people who brought her into this world. Shit, I was too young for all of this, but it forced me to play a bigger role in my brother's and sister's lives. Although I knew they were too young to understand this, the fact still remained. But after getting yelled at about it my mom would eventually come to her senses about it. She'd say that it was an irresponsible responsible thing to do, because I was too young to travel around with them by myself, mind you, my uncle lives no more than 7 houses away, but she said its a good thing I took them with me.

At age 7 I smoked my first cigarette, and to be honest, its not as satisfying as my mom made it seem. Watching her smoke, and become more relaxed with every pull. It looked like a cigarette was the most stress relieving thing ever. Its not. Oshane and Kino started to smoke weed at the ages of 14 and 12, and I smoked with them. Now that, can be the most stress relieving thing ever. Ever since then I would go over there after school everyday and smoke. Other days I would hang out with my friends in the park. As I grew up in age, I grew in mentality, faster than my classmates, or anyone else in my generation. When I was 9, I was chilling with the 14 year olds. Until the point where I would start coming home at 7 o clock at night and get in trouble for it everyday. But I didn't care, I couldn't. Who would be eager to come home to see their parents throwing dishes and hitting each other everyday?

My brother, Kevin, was a different story though. For some reason he'd always get bullied in school until the point where I would have to go there and beat up everybody he pointed out. But he was different. It took me a while to see it though, and till this day I'm still not sure if I see it correctly but he's different. He got into so many fights in school till they didn't know what to do with him. They sent him to a school for special people I guess, but he didn't need it. He was a smart kid, just too distracted by everything, and distracted way too easily. His imagination was so wild that when he watched TV, it would be a part of life to him. He'd swear he saw dead black cats with buttoned eyes in the street, or a dragon flying by the window every other minute. I told him to stop saying stuff like that or else people would think he was crazy but he didn't listen. It got to the point where his school strongly recommended him to go this hospital-asylum- type of place, for crazy people, when he was flipping desk in school looking for the baby dragon that was running around the classroom. I screamed and protested that he didn't need to but my mom fell so much into depression that she just let it happen. I was mad for a whole week. But it wasn't long until he was home again... 12 days. 12 days is all it took for her to be smacked with reality and fight to get him back. We were allowed to visit him every 3 days and on the 6th, I went along with my mom, and regretted it. What I saw was not my brother, but a zombie. Souped up off of drugs foreign to my minds comprehension. He had rashes on his elbows and neck and looked half dead, walking toward us in that coat thingy they gave you to wear in the hospital that shows your butt if you put it on wrong. My mom was devastated and stormed the whole place with more curse than I've ever heard her say to Ricky in my life. I don't know how she got him out but she did. Whether it was legal or illegal I didn't care, he was back home. Nowadays, he's just an annoying gamer, who plays nothing but Minecraft and hacks and mods and codes games of that sort. He likes technology, he's pretty cool now, if only he weren't so annoying and dayroom.