Thursday, September 16, 2010

Words of a Child

This is a short, short, short story. Something that may turn into something more or not. At any rate, enjoy!

I hate when my parents fight! Usually it's after they've both had one too many! It never fails, each time we have a get together at our house, big or small, the night always ends in my parents getting into a huge fight. Sometimes they are so loud and out of control that the neighbors call the police. I hate it so much! Alone in my room, I turn up the stereo to drown out their yelling. I turn on the tv and turn up the sound as loud as it will go -To drown out their voices. And I sit in the middle of my bed, cross-legged, eyes closed and dreaming of anywhere but here. Suddenly I feel someone's hand on my face. I open my eyes and it's my mom. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?" And then my fater appears, "Turn this noise off! You crazy or somethin?" Both of them are visibly intoxicated. My mom's look of concern makes me want to throw up! She gives me a kiss on the cheek and I can smell the vodka on her breath.

"Sydney, is everything alright? You're acting crazy!"

"Really mom? You think something is wrong with me? I'm crazy??? You and dad are the ones yelling like idiots and throwing stuff but you think something is wrong with ME???"

"Did you just call us idiots??" my dad asks, more in yell kind of way. Because obviously that's more important than how I am feeling right? Of course it is!

I ignore him and tell both of them to get out of my room and to shut the door, please and thank you!

They glare at me for a minute but in the end, they do as I say. Instantly, I'm back in my escape. I get up to lock the door. Turn the tv back on, but this time mute the sound, turn the music back on, but not as loud as before, and I resume my position on the bed. I start drifting to another time, a calmer time, when we were actually happy in this house. For a 13 year old like me, going through this same scenario on a regular basis sucks ass! But at least this time there was no violence.

2 comments:

Belle said...

Well written Yvonne. I felt like I was right in the room with Sydney.

Yvonne said...

That was what I wanted to hear. Thanks Belle!