Why Me??

chapter 2:

Can't express how I felt that night; I still remember it like it happened few seconds from now. My dad put up a very high noisy Rock n Roll song just that I won't hear my mom scream, my dad shouting, how his hands were slapping her skin hardly like a wave hits the sand, that sound gave me goosebumps. I started crying, my eyes were full of tears, they turned from white to blood, I hated my self , I was just 13 years old, I didn't know life and if this is life , I don't want it.
   
      After an hour of nightmare, my dad slammed the door and went off to grap a drink. I ran quickly to my mom, it was a very serene atmosphere, but I know there's so much madness inside of my mom, I really wanted to die, unleash my mom from the suffering she is living.  She was weak ; barely has the power to rise her head , fainted down on the cold ground, the music was still going loud, I wanted to destroy everything in front of me.
      Darkness was conquering the place, I could touch the blood on the floor,  nails were everywhere, I couldn't see her face clearly and as I wanted to turn it to my side, all I saw was scars from my dad hands ,she couldn't open her eyes , tears were covering her face, her hair was graped hardly , I could see it all the over the place, her teeth fell down , and few still on their place , like someone who is playing bowling by he hit some and still few statutes to go. I looked at her arm , it was decorated by green and purple bruses.

     I could see her being hurt in the inside more than the outside, I wanted to relax her and apologize. But, on the other hand, I sat speechless knowing it's all my fault, if didn't been born, they could be relieved, divorced not thinking of how to rise a child and what religon she is. I always feel like I'm a victim of this religious fight, and I have to win it but how. I'm just a human being with no power and this needs super heores I believe.