I've felt really sorry for Nita these past few episodes of Casualty, so thought I'd write a one shot about a fight between Kirsty and Warren from her point of view. It's not the best thing I've ever written, but hopefully you'll like it anyway!
They were fighting again.
I was sat on my bed, my chin resting on my knees, hugging a pillow to my chest. I tried covering my ears, but although it drowned out the harsh words, I could hear the muffled shouts from Dad, cries from Mum.
Dad always told me he didn't mean to get all angry, Mum just seemed to always be nagging. When I'd told her that, she got mad, and I could see what Dad meant. That's why I never understood why Mum was always crying about it. If she helped Dad a bit more maybe all this would stop.
I thought about Adam. Maybe Mum would rather be with him! What if that's what made Dad upset all the time? What if Mum had threatened to leave? Who would I go with?
I liked Adam, but if Mum had been treating Dad like this all the time did I want to leave him alone? He always seemed ill, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. But if I stayed, what would happen if Dad was lying and he started shouting at me? What if mum wouldn't take me and that happened?
A lonely tear slid down my cheek. I didn't know what to do. I'd had enough of all the shouting, the peering through the gaps in the banister to see what was going on. I'd had enough of Mum crying, leaving Dad at home, and most of all I'd had enough of not having happy parents. My friend had perfectly content parents, who loved her, and each other. Sometimes, I wondered whether Mum and Dad loved me. After all, if they did, why wouldn't they stop the arguments?
Suddenly, I felt as if I couldn't drown them out anymore. I stood up, throwing the pillow to the floor and grabbed a canvas bag from the cupboard. I shoved some clothes, a soft toy and a thin blanket into it, did the zip up then stuffed it under my bed. Then, my heart pounding with sadness and more tears falling from my eyes, I waited.
I sat back on my bed, leaning against the wall. I heard the crackle of my posters and the smooth coldness seeped through my pyjama top. I picked up my phone and chose the first song from my music library, my hands shaking. Any song, I didn't care. Anything to drown out the fight.
With my headphones in, I leaned back and closed my eyes, scrubbing the remaining tears on my cheeks away with my hand. I didn't realise how tired I was until my eyes starting closing of their own accord. With the calming beat of the music on repeat in my ears, I slowly fell asleep.
When my eyes snapped open, I started to panic. How had I fallen asleep? Had I missed my chance? I stood up, careful to be absolutely silent, and tiptoed to my window. I gently pulled the curtains back and felt a rush of relief mingled with nerves as I saw the inky black sky. I knelt down and pulled the bag from under my bed, swinging it on my shoulder. I glanced back one more time, then carefully eased the front door open, slipping out, before pulling it gently closed.
Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough to make them stop.
Reviews greatly appreciated! I know it's short, but hopefully you'll understand.