DID I

Ep 1

You here, my friend, back again! Are you staying for real this time because I am tired of retelling this story over and over every time. Back when I was 8, my mom used to talk to me, tell me stuff but one day she just stopped. She would just sit by the window looking out at the people as they walked. Most times she would cry and I didn't know why. She also didn't eat on times so I used to bring her food that I had cooked but she wouldn't eat it. What should I do? She wouldn't even look at me. Did I do something wrong? Of course I did, what else can it be. All those we my passing thoughts. She would sometimes come to dinner as my dad complained about his boss, family and coworkers. I never understood why because she never ate or talked to him at all. She would just sit there and stare. One day I came home from school and wanted to tell my mom about my day but she wasn't in her usual places she would go at all. Soon I found her in the bathroom and her eyes was closed. She was in the bathtub, the water was red for some reason and the water was pouring over the bathtub and unto the floor. I tried to wake her up but she didnt. That was when I remember what my mom told me in case of any emergency situation so that's what i did. I went to my mom's and dad's bedroom and picked up the phone and dialed the emergency services. She went to the hospital and my dad came soon after. My mom was gone. I knew what that meant I wondered if I caused it. My father said I did and I always just believed him. After living with my dad a while I got used to his complaining. It was a routine some may say after hearing how often. One day after school, my dad came home wobbling, from side to side, he looked sad as he knelt next to me and cried. I tried to comfort him with a hug and he touch my shoulder. His touch lasted longer than I was comfortable with but I guess that didn't matter. He touch my head, my kneck, my legs. I didn't know why. That's the most that I remember from that night. The next day I woke up and felt weird, like I wasn't in my body but was still there. Like I was not the one in control. The next day, and the day after that and that, my dad would hit me. It hurts so bad but I didn't cry. My dad would get very angry when he saw that I didn't. He get a belt, a pot's spoon or his hand and his would hit me with it.

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