Trauma

Date: 4/20/2018

I’m young again. Six or seven. Second grade. I’m listening to my mom and dad argue, yelling in the living room as I shiver between my sheets,trying to sleep. My dad is drunk, my mom is angry. I’m sad, I hate it when this happens, just as I hate it when my dad takes my flip phone when my mom is gone, so I cannot call her and complain about his abusive tendencies. I sigh, still shivering. I here my moms voice” ok..see ya” and the door slams. I cry silently into my sheets because I’m tired of the fighting. My mom will be back once she’s cooled off, but now I’m left with my dad. I listen to him crash around the house and slowly drift off to sleep. This is a nightmare I get sometimes; it’s more of a flashback though bc it’s not really made up.