I took a glance of them and finally believed that staring at them was killing me.
Watching them argue as if I never existed at all felt like I was digging my own grave. Tears began flowing from my eyes. What was happening? It seemed like a nightmare, it seemed like my world turned upside down. Never had I imagine this kind of situation.
Everything was perfect, my parents were the best parents in the world, I was a consistent first honor and there was no problem to face. My life was the best life a twelve year old kid could ever have.
But now, hearing them shouting as if they never love each other seemed like a big contradiction from the life I had. This was not happening. This was just a bad dream, I needed to wake up, and I had to. I closed my eyes and pretended that I didn’t saw and heard anything. But before I could even completely fool myself, I heard my Dad shouted the most breaking words. It shattered me into fine pieces, as if my world was like a glass. And now, it was finally broken.
“This is just pure pretention, everything is a mistake. Let’s just stop fooling ourselves!”
And that, my friends, was how my life became a living hell. I saw how Mom struggled to hold my father’s hand and hugged him from behind but Dad was persistent, as if he already forgot that we were once a happy family.
I couldn’t bear to witness any of those. I wanted to go away, run from this situation and get back when the family I used to have was back. But I couldn’t, and it sucks.
I thought, seeing Dad leaving us behind was the most horrible case, but I was wrong. Seeing Mom lived like a robot was terrible. Her sweet disposition was now a distant memory. Mom shut everything out, even me. She wakes up every morning to cook for me and then after doing such, she would come back in her room and close the door, never letting me in. What hurts the most was that every time I hear her sobs, I couldn’t comfort her for I didn’t know how to comfort myself either. It felt like I was just witnessing how my world breaks right in front of my eyes but I couldn’t do anything to stop it. It was hopeless.
I went to school and pretended that everything was fine. But even my standing in class was slowly slipping away from my hands. A transferee named Dylan Sparks took the spot away from me. If I could just claw his eyes and stop him from achieving the things that was supposed to be mine, I would. But no, I couldn’t. Dylan seemed to have the life I had before. I wouldn’t forget how many times I cursed him every PTA meetings because his Mom and Dad where always there, smiling at him, giving him everything he needed. While me, where does that leaves me? I was there at the corner, posing a straight expression despite the fact that I was about to burst into tears for my very own Mom never attended any of those meetings after their separation. He had everything. His parent’s love for him was overflowing. And I hated him for that.
One day, I woke up early and decided to help Mom do the chores. But before I could even come out from my room, I heard Mom and Dad shouting at each other. I instantly closed my door. I didn’t want to hear their shouts because it would just make me weaker. Unfortunately, their voices were too high that even if I was inside my room, my hands covering my ears, I could still hear them yelling.
I tried to divert my attention but I failed, their voices already filled my mind, and all I wanted was to make them stop. So I stood up, opened the door and run towards them and as soon as I walk closer, I heard my Mom said something that made me stop.
“I don’t care, Danny. She’s still our daughter, we could live happily. Let’s fix this.” Mom held my Dad’s hand and it almost made me grin. Maybe, they could still fix our family. Maybe, we could still have our happy ever after despite everything.
