I still think back on the night that changed my life. The night started off so normal, but that changed fast. I can truly say that was the most traumatic night of my life. A memory that’ll never be lost. I was only four at the time yet I still can feel all the emotions from that night. I lived in the projects. Saying that I was still trapped with my parents. That night with them changed me for good, and it made me the person I am today.
The tiny apartment always fueled altercations between members of my family. The apartment was abysmal. The only running water was from the kitchen sink, the air conditioning didn’t work, there was nonstop water damage from floods, and there was mold on most of the walls. So, the mood there was never a good …show more content…
I then slowly tiptoed away, pacing myself with his drunken growls. Right before I reached the doorway, he woke up and spotted me with his wallet. He stumbled towards me. I was paralyzed with fear. I knew what happened to people who stole from him. Very bad things. He stood over me with his six-and-a-half-foot frame. He grabbed me by my arm and raised his gigantic palm. He brought it down with a thunderous smack that sent me flying. I hit the moldy wall with a blood curdling scream. My mom was protective of me to the point that when someone hurt me she made it her mission to hurt them worse. Saying that her next target was my dad. They were screaming to the top of their lungs, but this time it felt different. I sat and stared as my mom shoved him with all her might. He stumbled, then gained his balance and stared at her with a vicious stare he repeated the same motions that were just used against me moments before. But he didn’t stop there, he kept going with a barrage of punches and kicks. There were screams from all directions. My mom crying in agony. One of my brothers and sister were both yelling as loud as they could for my dad to stop. My oldest brother and I both sat there in silence. It was like I was in a different world because the next thing I remember I was being carried outside by a police officer. Then in the corner of my eye I saw my dad sprinting down the street with something in his hand. I presumed it was a gun. BANG! BANG! Two shots and I watched his body go limp with his momentum slinging him forward. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. Tragically, he survived. After all the ambulances left I noticed a white van pulling into the driveway; it was my grandma. She rescued me from Georgia and restarted my life in
The tiny apartment always fueled altercations between members of my family. The apartment was abysmal. The only running water was from the kitchen sink, the air conditioning didn’t work, there was nonstop water damage from floods, and there was mold on most of the walls. So, the mood there was never a good …show more content…
I then slowly tiptoed away, pacing myself with his drunken growls. Right before I reached the doorway, he woke up and spotted me with his wallet. He stumbled towards me. I was paralyzed with fear. I knew what happened to people who stole from him. Very bad things. He stood over me with his six-and-a-half-foot frame. He grabbed me by my arm and raised his gigantic palm. He brought it down with a thunderous smack that sent me flying. I hit the moldy wall with a blood curdling scream. My mom was protective of me to the point that when someone hurt me she made it her mission to hurt them worse. Saying that her next target was my dad. They were screaming to the top of their lungs, but this time it felt different. I sat and stared as my mom shoved him with all her might. He stumbled, then gained his balance and stared at her with a vicious stare he repeated the same motions that were just used against me moments before. But he didn’t stop there, he kept going with a barrage of punches and kicks. There were screams from all directions. My mom crying in agony. One of my brothers and sister were both yelling as loud as they could for my dad to stop. My oldest brother and I both sat there in silence. It was like I was in a different world because the next thing I remember I was being carried outside by a police officer. Then in the corner of my eye I saw my dad sprinting down the street with something in his hand. I presumed it was a gun. BANG! BANG! Two shots and I watched his body go limp with his momentum slinging him forward. His body hit the ground with a dull thud. Tragically, he survived. After all the ambulances left I noticed a white van pulling into the driveway; it was my grandma. She rescued me from Georgia and restarted my life in