So, life wasn't so great growing up. I didn't know what to do. I mean I was young, I had two shouting parents, school, and an older brother, no power, no way of getting out. Things were stressful.
They say that home is where you feel safe and loved. Well, it's been hard to find that place because my house was not my home. It was a place full of hate, anger, and fighting. A place I used to just sleep. It didn't feel safe and I didn't feel any love.
My parents would argue constantly with no end. They would fight, scream and it mostly ended up with police taking my dad away. It was hard. I never knew quite how to handle everything that went on. Then my older brother, he was supportive and always takes care of me but growing up, he had a few issues with his anger because of what went on with our parents.
Seeing my parents, the way they were, no love and only fighting were hard. Especially being young, not understanding it and not being able to stop it. I saw everything. I tried to stop it, pushing my dad away from my mum and being in between them. Pulling my father off my mother.
The anger, the hatred, the fighting, there was no love anymore. It was all just pain. How do you stop all that? How do you, when your 13 years old. You have no authority and no power.
And because of all that, I'll never reach 14 years old.
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A boys view
Non-FictionThis is the world, a little boy grown up in such a cruel world. Will he find beauty in such a dark world? or will he be disappointed by everything around him?
