The Symphony of Internal Struggle

Dear Diary

Dear Diary~
I dont think I can do this anymore...
My parents just had another large fight and I dont know how to calm them down...
They're still screaming at each other to this minute.
I'll write you back in a couple of minutes, I have to go and get Nate from preschool.
I'll take him to the park or something so he doesnt have to come home to a screaming match.
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Hey! If you didnt know me, my name is Taylor. I'm 15 years old and have a little 5 year old brother named Nathan(He turns 5 today!). He's pretty much the light of my life, and no one will be able to take him from me, as long as I draw breath, I will keep him safe.
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I got up from my bed after writing in my diary, a little thing that has become more of a ritual as the days go by.

I walked over towards the door and lifted the towel that blocked the bottom of the door, to block any noise from getting in or out of the room.
The moment I did, I instantly regretted it.

The yelling echoed throughout the entire house.

"WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!"

"YOU DID EVERYTHING WRONG YOU SL*T! I SAW YOU WITH DAVID YESTERDAY EVENING!"

Nowadays they would fight over the smallest things, but I just realised that mom screwed up this time. I knew that she had been cheating on dad for some time now but I didnt want this to happen so I just kept my mouth shut about it.

You probably wouldn't think that my parents were like this behind closed doors. They were faithful church attendees and gave generous tithes every Sunday in front of everyone.

A mask, a faćade that was fading.

I shook my head and came back to reality. All I needed was to get out of here and get Nate, then everything would be alright.

I walked out of my bedroom door and snuck down the stairs, barely making a creak, a skill I had perfected over the years.

I snuck around the corner of the stairs and started heading towards the door when I heard glass shattering and screams of pain.

My eyes widened and I immediately changed my course from the front door to the kitchen and what I saw would never leave my mind for years to come.

Mom was on the floor with a huge gash on her side, and Dad had the piece of a broken vase in his hand.
Blood was pooling around her thin figure, soaking her blue dress red.

I ran forward and smacked the broken glass out of Dad's hand, then immediately grabbed a kitchen towel and stanched the blood gushing out of the wound.

"CALL 911 DAMMIT!!" I screamed at him. He just stood there, wide eyed and staring at the monstrosity he had just executed.

I grabbed the thin piece of ribbon that was on the counter. It was originally going to be used for Nate's birthday present wrapping, but certain things are out of our control.

I pressed the kitchen towel on the wound and then wrapped the ribbon around her stomach, pulling tight and then reaching for my phone in my back pocket.

I dialed 911 and they picked up almost immediately.

"911, what's your emergency?"