Short Story: The Stab

The Stab I am like any sixteen-year-old girl, with her ups and downs. I have been through many events in my life that have been hard, but I have overcome them. I believe one of the hardest events that have happened to me was when my family separated. We were all close together, or at least that is how I felt. It had all happened very fast and there are parts of me that could not understand what had happened. We never really talked and explain to each other what had really caused us to become distant. I just felt hate for everyone who had turned their back on us. As time went by, the hate I felt turned into nothing, which was good somehow. My life is a stab wound that has healed but has left a scar behind. All of this started at my uncle’s house, my dad’s brother, sometime in June about six years ago. My whole family was there, my grandparents, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my mom and dad, my brother, and I, when all of this

My aunt had sent cops to our house to arrest my mother. We never opened the door. The next day my mom went to some police department. She found that my aunt had put a restriction order against my mom. My mom had also gotten probation. My aunt had accused her of Domestic Violence. I thought it was foolish of my aunt to press this kind of charges against my mom, since they did not live together. I hated my aunt. I knew that both my mom and my aunt were guilty for what had happened, but my aunt had gone too far. My aunt was not injure except for the slap my mother gave her. After that, my dad’s brother and his wife did not wanted us to go to their house. Even though the problem started at their house, we thought nothing was going to change with them, but we were wrong. After the fight they did not talk to us. My mom, my dad, my brother, and I felt so much resentment at them for turning their back on us. I did not know how to treat the wound and it hurt so