I was waiting for my brother Jack to pick me up from my last therapy session. Yes,my brother is Jack Barakat from All Time Low. I haven't seen him in a while since he was on tour. It didn't really matter anyway. After my parents incident when I was 16 I already felt alone.
I didn't talk much after my parents incident. That's why before Jack left for tour he had arranged for me to go to therapy every week. It was the only time I had left the house. I was alone all the time. Jack was the only family I had.
As I was waiting for him outside the building, I thought about how things were when my parents were around. Life was hell with them around. They argued all the time and were never happy. I always thought that they would end up killing each other and one day. They did.
*Flashback*
I woke up to the sound of my parents screaming at each other as usual. I looked over at the clock and it read 3:24a.m. I sighed and got out of bed. I went to Jacks room and knocked. He didn't answer. I guess he was still out with his friends. I went downstairs and seen my parents yelling at each other. They didn't notice me. I watched them get into each other face and yell so much shit at each other. After about 5 minutes of them yelling, my dad grabbed a vase from a nearby table and, threw it at my mom. It hit her in the face and she fell over. My dad stormed off and came back with a gun. She begged him not to pull the trigger but, he didn't listen. He pulled the trigger and shot her straight through her head. "D-Dad. Y-You killed mom." I said with my voice trembling. He looked at me and pointed his gun at me. My eyes widened. "D-Dad please don't." I pleaded. He closed his eyes and pointed the gun at his head. He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor. I fell to my knees and sobbed.
*End Of Flashback*
A few tears escaped eyes. My thoughts were interrupted by someone calling my name.
