From the earliest that I can remember it was a dark night and cold day . I was about 6 years old when it started at least to my knowledge .
It was myself and my older brother , minding our business playing in my room . What we were playing I cannot remember , throughout the commotion on the bottom floor , between my mother and step father .
While we were playing about 20 minutes into playing I heard a scream a loud one , as well as footsteps as if one was running .
Unknowing what is happening we kept on playing , since we were always taught what you hear and see you do not speak . Not too long after my mother in her pyjamas came running into our room screaming , shouting . I can't recall but she screamed either "go away!"or "leave me alone!" . Frightened and in shock I stood still as if I were frozen and just stared , not knowing what to do . When my mother ran into our room she shut the door as fast as possible yet I could see a glimpse out the door , there he was yelling , looking angrily and frustrated the look on his face is something I had never seen at the time ever before it was scary as if he was possessed . He had a knife in his hand .
When the door was shut my mother sat behind the door crying , screaming covering the door with her arms spread like wings as if it were
a blockage . What is going on ? I ask myself , what do I do ? I ask myself .
Still in shock , I unfroze and ran towards her as well as my brother , we sat next to her and tried shielding the door as well . Screaming the fear of our mothers life in tears .
The aftermath is all but just a blur . Up till this day , wondering and questioning what happened or if it were all true or just my imagination.
VOUS LISEZ
A eye through the window of me
NouvellesIsabella is growing up with truama and its affecting her future and the role she has to play as the older sister and daughter of her mother . She explains the journeys she has gone through in life whilst crying in silence and unnoticed pain by anyon...
