...I have no idea what this is supposed to be...
I still remember where I was when I first saw my parents fighting, when I first felt the world I knew crumble beneath my feet.
I remember standing there watching them scream at each other, watching them yell back and forth, hatred leaking into their voices. I can still feel those hot, fat tears rolling down my face, that fear of hatred... of fighting.
When I think back, I can still hear their voices ringing throughout the house, echoing repeatedly through my head. I remember trying to block out the sound, blocking out those hurtful words, yet only being able to stand there.
Now I only remember the silent shouting, the faint sound of screaming. But that sound, that feeling I felt that day, still rises up every once in awhile... that indescribable feeling of pain.