"Hey, you! Get your ass over here!" My mother was drunk... Again...
"Don't talk to her like that! God! Stop drinking so God damn much!" That's my father... As a three-year-old, I shouldn't be able to remember this, right? Wrong.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do? THAT thing is mine!" She stumbled her way over to me and smacked me. "Where the fuck did you hide my smokes, devil child?"
My father grabbed her by the arm, "Don't talk to her that way, and don't hurt her you drunken bitch!"
"M-m-mommy... Da-daddy... P-please... Do-don't fight... I-I'll be good... I-I promise... I will...!" I was crying harder with every scream and insult.
"You asshole! I don't know why I decided to marry YOU!" My mother turned back to me, "It's YOUR fault we got married, and it's YOUR fault we're getting a divorce, you little bitch!"
My dad didn't say any different... Just before my mother threw me in the time-out room, I gained a new personality, At that moment, something snapped and I turned into a schizophrenic child... One personality that was quiet and shy, another that was bright and a social butterfly.
The next day was my birthday, or shall I say, our birthday.
"Get your ass in the car, demon child."
"Y-yes... Mother..." She wasn't drunk quite yet... We were going to grandmother's house to celebrate my, um, sorry, our birthday party. We didn't have any friends... So it was just Mother's friends and a couple family members.
The party dragged on, and Mother was beyond drunk. "Bitch! You hid my fucking cigarettes!" She pulled me by the hair. "Where. Are. My. Cigarettes?" She shook me a little, "Answer me you good for nothing child!"
"Don't talk to your daughter like that! She's only three! What could she have possibly done with your cigarettes, Renee?" Rachael stepped in trying to make sense of our mother.
"Oh please, you think this slut is innocent?" She pulled my hair up, almost taking me off of the ground. "She does this kind of shit to me all the time!" She glared at me, "Now tell me where the mother fucking cigarettes are, and I won't have to punish you!" She reeked of alcohol and couldn't stand straight.
"I-I do-don't have th-them, Mo-mommy..."
"DON'T CALL ME MOMMY! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO! THAT'S IT! We're going home, and you're getting a punishment!" She headed for the door, yanking my hair the whole way.
"Wait! Renee, you shouldn't be driving right now! Please! Call a cab!"
My mother ignored her warning and dragged me to the car. "Get in, SIT DOWN, AND SHUT UP. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD, NOT. A. SINGLE. WORD!" She tossed me in the passenger seat, starting the car. Since she had only told me to get in, sit down and shut up, I didn't buckle my seatbelt. I didn't want her any angrier with me than she already was. She flew down the street in a huff, swerving left and right until we reached the first intersection. The light was red, and she made no indications of slowing. I looked at her, terrified, for there was quite a bit of traffic traveling back and forth across the road, and we were heading straight towards it. But I promised that I would be good, and I kept my mouth shut. Her face remaining cold as ice.
"I hope you fucking die, demon. You ruin everything. JUST FUCKING DIE YOU BITCH!" That's what she screamed at the top of her lungs at me just before a car clipped us from behind, making us spin out of control, and run head on into a pole. I had flown through the windshield and died instantly. Just as my mother had hoped. As for her... I'm not sure whether or not she survived that crash... But either way, I knew she would be happier, now that I was gone from the world of the living... Or so I thought...