You better come back here you good for nothing brat!" I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didn't want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I'm afraid I can't take it anymore so I hid in my closet. I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I'm always afraid of. I was thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again. I'm just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she'll be gone, her love is with me always. Tears rolled down my cheeks. 'If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?' So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today? She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare. My closet door suddenly opened. "There you are you wicked girl!" My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next. *Whack whack whack. * I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn't breathe. "Not again! Don't you see how much you're costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasn't for all these medical bills we wouldn't be so poor now!" I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn't breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but they're not sure how much longer I'll be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in. He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom's arm lightly and said, "I think she had enough.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
One late summer night when AAM was ten years old, she was cuddled up with her younger brother and sister in piles of sleeping bags on the floor. The pain of the last few months had graciously excused itself that night while hope, instead, was finally welcomed in. She remembers the night feeling carefree; especially once her parents came into join them. However, the happiness quickly vanished and heart-crushing fear began to set in as her parents said, “We have something to tell you.” Her heart began to beat unsteadily with each breath catching in her throat. She looked around to find her little brother and sister pale and lifeless. Her dad looked distant while her mom was epically failing at hiding her tears. All too soon the four most horrid words AAM would ever hear were said. “We are getting divorced,” her parents stated. At that moment, the entire world crashed down around her; leaving her helpless and alone. All she remembers today is her mom’s piercing cries in her parents’ old bedroom, and the terror-stricken fear of not knowing what will happen tomorrow.
emergency room. I saw my pops screaming and yelling “She's my wife, she's my wife”. He got quieter and quieter and then started to whisper to himself. “Why her...why her…” I took my siblings to the waiting room to sit down and my sister Jewel started crying and my brother was hugging her and quietly said “It's going to be okay” and just repeated those words then Jewel looked up at me with her eyes shining like the sun. When she did I didn't know how to explain this to her. The reason why it was so goddamn hard to explain it was because she has autism. So I punched the living $#%& out of the wall. I kept on punching and punching until I could not feel my hands.
One of the hardest things my dad had to do was to inform me and my brother about her situation. He sat us both down, put his hands on our shoulders, and carefully explained that my mom was "sick". Sick was an understatement. This disease was life-threatening. It could take a mother away from her children, a wife away from her husband, and a sister away from her siblings. No, my mom was not "sick". She was suffering. There were days where I wasn't allowed to be near my mom. Being a 5 year old, it was hard to understand why things had to be that way. Why can't I see my mom? Why can't I play with her? Why can't I hug her? Although I was young, I could still see my mom in times of
The night grew colder and I could feel the guilt building in my chest. Only knowing I had done everything to deserve what was happening. every moment in my life had come to this. As I darted through the alleyway the screaming grew louder. With every breath I felt my heart falling in my chest. How could I let myself get to this point.
My mom was still home, so I decided to try dragging my book bag back to the house. My book bag was much too heavy to pull so I push it with my head. I was trying to get inside the house, but my mom saw me. Well, the kitten version of me, and instead of letting me in the house, she hit me with a broom. My mom took my bag and went inside, shutting me outside.
My dad came into my room, turned on the light, and woke up my sister and I. I rose up out of my bed thinking that it was time to start getting ready for school. Then, my dad told us that my brother, Jacob, was very sick. I did not know how serious this was or what exactly was going on. As I walked into my parents room I notived my mom frantically pacing back and forth
I woke up to the sound of an extremely annoying BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP, and I felt like a hibernating bear. It was like the darn alarm wanted me to get a knew one. But reluctantly, I pulled the switch on the back of the thing and pushed myself out of bed. I climbed down the ladder to my loft bed and went to pull my shoes on and get breakfast. I heard my mom yelling from her bedroom, ”Hurry up honey, or you’re going to be late for school!”
My father died just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday in my Sophomore year. He was strong and nothing could stop him in my eyes. He would always be there, standing tough with a smile waiting for me to come home.
“Mommy?” I asked laying in bed with the covers half pulled up to my face. “Yes sweetie?” my mother said downcast. “What’s going to happen to him?” I inquired, a lost look across my face. “I don’t know honey, we will have to wait and see.” As she said this you could tell she believed it, yet she was crestfallen because she couldn’t give a better answer. This was me, at 7 years old, looking at my mother with a fat lip and my father, who had just been removed from our home with his hands behind his back in a police cruiser. I can’t say I was overly sad, after watching my father abuse my mother I wasn’t subject to sadness for him. I was worried about whether or not we would have a home. If one parent was gone, how would we pay for it? Within the month I would be moving to an apartment, then soon on to Hampton, Iowa, where I would start a whole new life. At some point in life, all people must overcome adversity.
We were going to go to a haunted house but it never happened. My aunt cancelled it. I was so angry, I went outside and ran to every house and got candy, I ran back to my house and ate all of my candy to get my mind off of it. I was on a big sugar rush. My mom got really mad, and the I passed out on the floor in my dark, creepy, weird living
When I was around 8 years old, me and my sister a huge argument about us going somewhere(I don’t exactly remember the two places) and we both didn’t like where eachother wanted to go, so we were screaming throughout the whole entire house.This was not what we needed to be doing because as a kid, you always want something that your sibling doesn’t want to do. My parents were outside working on something in the garage when all of this was going down, so they were not able to hear us arguing and fighting. As we were arguing, my sister goes storming off to her room and starts to scream and that’s is when my parents heard the sound of the scream and came inside and see what happened. My parents heard my sister crying and knew that she as either very angry or upset so I knew they were going to talk to me first, but they wouldn’t be happy. My
She told me that mom needed to tell me something. She proceeded to tell me that my father had had a heart attack and that I had a choice to come down to the hospital or not to come. She told me it was a scary sight, and if I didn?t think I could handle it that I should stay home. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief at that moment that my mind just stopped working. I remember thinking all I wanted was to be with my mom and my dad.
4:30 a.m. the phone buzzes on the corner of my bed. Squinting at the color I.D. it was my sister desperately telling me to wake up. I hung up and immediately fell back asleep, but the phone rang again immediately; once again, it was my sister calling. This time she was stricter, telling me she was in the hospital. I quickly gathered my things, and within the next 10 minutes, I was on my way.
Around the age of 6 my mom was hospitalized because she had extreme headaches, and that’s when she found out she had a tumor in her brain. She kept this a secret from me because she didn’t want to see me suffer more than what I already was. About a week after she found out the news of her tumor, my mom was obligated to tell me because she had to go to Florida to get surgery, since the hospitals in Peru did not have the proper equipment to do this surgery. After my mother broke the news to me, we both started crying. I did not know much about tumors, but I did know that it was a life threatening disease. The next day my mom and I went to the doctor to find out what procedure she should take to not put her life at risk. In that same appointment, we found out the pricy amount of the surgery. With my mom’s salary and all of our expenses, it was going to be impossible to pay for the operation, and my mom had to make the tough decision to postpone