Instincts

Broken Glass

- The first ever time my father hurt me was when I was 8. By then I had grown accustomed to my parents fights. I was used to my father leaving righr after they would, but this time was... different. As soon as they even looked at each other I got ready to go back to my room, there was my comfort space and one of the only places that you couldn't hear what they were saying unless you put your ear up to the door.

- The noise came and went a little faster than usual, so I took a look outside, my mother had left the house and it was just me and "him" as soon as he saw me peeking out of my room his rage controled him almost as if he was a ticking time bomb. I guess because he couldn't yell and scream at mother he just take his rage out on me for some unknown reason. You use your imagination about what had happened or how it went.

- At the end of it I could not believe what had just happened, I didn't know how to process what just occurred. I cried and cried about the pain I felt, about the mentality of... myself. Once my mother had found out what happened she called the police on my father. When he was gone she sat me down and we had a talk. She told me that I was to young for all of this stress and that I wasn't supposed to be targeted if she wasn't around for all of his shenanigans.

- My mother apologized to me for how things were going for me and how she wasn't a good enough mother to me. All I could think to say at the time was "No mommy I love you so much, your the best mother anyone could ask for." This was a very emotional event for us and we just relaxed and chatted for a bit. 8 Years later I was 16 and I had also grown used to the abuse my father caused.

- One day the "lovely couple" had an outrageous fight. My mother had finally had enough of my fathers abuse mentality and physically. They were fighting as they usually did but I guess my mother had enough, My father had pushed her way over the edge ( you see.)

- At the end of our last bing room there was a window of which was big enough to fall through. When my mother had the chance as soon as they were close enough to the window she watched him crash through it. We lived in a building on the 4th floor, all I heard was a crash and a blood curdling scream. When I came out of my room I just saw my mother curled up in a little ball and Broken Glass on the floor most likely from my fathers Whiskey bottle. My mother was crying and probably traumatized. She was the one to MAKE him crash through, she pushed him into it, She... Killed him.

- I quickly ran over to go check on my mother, her wellbeing was lower than before. I just knew it was a matter of time before she cracked. I tried so hard to comfort her but it didn't work.
She was in shock about what she had just done ( Kill someone ) I hated seeing my mother like this, I just whated for her to be happy. * I miss her so much * both of us were shaking and worried. We both didn't know what to do so I hugged/held her and she eventually went to sleep. I soon followed after her because I was so very tired, "Sweet Dreams mother for you I hope the best" that was the last thing I was able to say she to her.