When I'm Gone

2 weeks before.

12/6/05 - 10:30pm

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my headphones were in, my music was on full. I closed my eyes trying to ignore my parents shouting at each other downstairs. They'd been fighting for days now every single night. They couldn't even stand to be in the same room as each other anymore. My family was falling apart slowly. All i could hear was my mums whimpers and the crash of my daddy throwing objects at the wall getting rid of all the anger he had inside. My daddy wasn't the one who would get angry but lately its been a lot worse than it used to be. I glanced down at my knees they were grape purple with dry blood around them. I winced as i remembered what had happened. This probably happens to everyone though right? All families have their ups and downs. I was only five, its not like i knew much about the world. But i defiantly knew i was different to everybody else.

"Hailie!" My dad called,

I ran downstairs and poked my head around the door amazed at what i saw. glass flooded the floor, my mums face was tear stained and puffy. My dads knuckles were red and bloody. He took a deep breath and my mum kept her head down, her eyes staring at the floor. My mums eyes were dead, she was shaking and biting her lip.

"We need to talk to you about something" he said quietly,

There was a long pause and i was starting to get impatient.

"Your mum and I are getting a divorce" he finally spoke.

I didn't have time to speak, i didn't want to speak. My heart fell to pieces and i slammed the door running up to my room and throwing myself on the bed. I kicked my feet and screamed, tears escaping my eyes.

Daddy don't go. Mummy needs you. I need you! My head was screaming at me telling me to say something to stop him from leaving but no words would come out, i knew he wasn't even upstairs but i needed to say something. I took a deep breathe and opened my door.

"Daddy don't go, daddy please. Daddy - no stop it!" I screamed.