I was living a good life until I saw some things happening with my family. The fights got worse. My moms crying got louder. My dad's hitting and pushing got worse. The fight before my dad drove off was horrid.
I came home from school. It was really humid outside. It was a Friday so my mom was home early. I sat down and watched tv with her. I could see the tears in her eyes. My dad come out from the basement. I didn't know what was about to happen.
My moms tears came running down her face like rain. I stared at my dad. He stared back at me. "KATIE!!" My dad screeched. My mom looked over at him. Her head down, afraid to be beat by him again. He came over to her slapped her face. My mom began crying harder her tears are now coming down her face like a waterfall. I was so scared I ran upstairs. I blocked it all out with music. Mom threw glass and a remote at my dad...she missed. The glass broke and the remote made a hole in the wall. Stuff happened. I could hear my dad drive away. I cried my self to sleep. I didn't have school tomorrow. I didn't know where my dad was. I asked my mom she seemed to just ignore me. She couldn't seem to hear me. I asked her what's wrong. (Of course I knew what it was) she told me nothing.. I was used
to this. She was very secretive. I never found out where my dad went. He came back about a week later. I asked no questions.y dad moved out. Thank god. Yes. I know... Usually kids are the exact opposite. I wanted a divorce. Less fighting,less crying. It was all easier when my dad moved out.
It was nice for a few weeks. Then my mom came home from the doctors office. She has an unknown sickness. The doctors all gave up on her. The crying came back. She was so insecure. She started taking it out on us. I got used to that too. I got used to the yelling. I got used to the crying. Yet...my sisters didn't. I felt bad for them. I tried not to cry in front of them. I tried to be strong for them. I thought it would get better. I was wrong.
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RandomSuicide...that's all I could ever think about. I'm Kiki. I have two sisters. And a dad and a mom. My life sounds great right?? I used to have many friends. I used to be "popular". And then stuff happened. My story started in the 5th grade.