I remember as a child I would constantly hide in my room, inside a wooden chest while my parents were fighting down in the corridor. What about? I still have no logical idea. I believe it was something about how my father was never home and my mother was the only one who actually cared for me. Although it wasn’t a lie, I feel like my parents were hurting me with all this fighting. Why couldn’t we all get along? Whenever my parents fighting got rather physical and violent I would try to call the police but in the process of me doing so, my father would beat me down to the ground. My mother would just cry hysterically in the corner when he would continuously give me asthma and panic attacks. I can just never feel safe or comfortable when I’m
