Sorrows
Disclaimer – the ideas just come to me, I just borrow the characters for a little while.
Part of the Sorrows collection by Georgia Hiwatari
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Stuck in the Middle
They're at it again. It happens every time they're in the same house as each other for more than a few hours, it's no wonder that they decided to split up. My mum and dad are constantly arguing, and as usual it's over nothing in particular, just something about what someone said earlier on today, which I have no idea what it was due to not being there.
It started about 9 years ago now I guess, the fighting, the yelling, the screaming. It's not something anyone would want to live through, let alone grow up in. I was 6 at the time when I first noticed it. My mum was always at work so I hardly got to see her for more than a couple of hours each day so my dad pretty much raised me.
I remember one night, something woke me up, a crash of some sort downstairs. I was still half asleep and wandered out of my room to the top of the stairs, my parents were downstairs in the kitchen, talking about something which I couldn't make out really, but it seemed important to them as it progressed into a heated argument. My mum just started screaming at my dad, I could see the shadows from my place on the landing, she was waving around a plate or something, it was hard to determine from the shadows, but then she threw it at him, hitting the wall and smashing against it. It made me jump, I didn't understand what was going on, why did my mummy do that? It made no sense to me at the time. My dad yelled at her, pointing his finger, he seemed to be confronting her about something, I was too young at the time to remember what it was, but I found out later, the reason why she was at work so late every night.
She had been having an affair which a colleague at the lab. My dad told me when I was about 10, 2 years after they divorced, but the arguments never stopped.
I moved in with my dad when they split, I didn't know my mum that well, so it seemed the best choice, or so I thought. The arguments continued, but the subject had changed. I was now the one they argued about, the yelling and screaming was because of me now. I hate it so much, they don't even seem to care that I can hear them, it's like I'm not actually here, I'm just something to fight about.
I can't stand it, I love both my parents. I stay with my mum for most of the summer, and we have a blast. When I'm back at home, me and dad are always doing things, I can't pick between the two of them, they're my parents.
But are parents meant to fight every time they're in the same room when no-one else is around? It can start out as something so simple, like today's argument, but then it grows and gets out of hand and once again I'm the subject of their anger. Am I to be trapped in this situation forever? I don't think that they can see what it does to me, having to live with the tense and agitated environment when they're together.
God I wish they would just stop, even if it's just for a few seconds, but I guess I can't be that lucky can I.
I hear a saucepan clatter to the floor. It's started to get violent again. It'll be my mum, dad never throws things at her, it's always been her.
So here I am yet again, knees to my chest as I rock back and forth on my bed, tears slowly running down my cheeks as I listen to the continual yelling and the odd few breaking glasses or plates or some other kitchen wear being thrown around.
It makes me wonder whether it would all be better if I wasn't around, would they still fight all the time?
Was it my fault my parents divorced really? I mean, yeah, my mum was having an affair, but was I the reason why she took such a job, to pay for my needs. It can't be cheap raising a child, am I somehow to blame?
I just want it to stop.
I want to live in a happy family, where both parents are happy together, where they're a home full of love and joy, one of those perfect lives which very few of us are granted with. Hell I'll be happy with Tyson's life, at least his isn't a constant rollercoaster, even if his family is so spread apart, at least they don't have a massive argument within 5 minuets of being alone when they finally come together.
It will never happen here, my parents are just too… different.
When I think about it, I don't think they've ever agreed on anything, even my name caused a conflict, how stupid is that, they were quarrelling even before I was born.
I guess some people are never meant to be together.
If only they had thought about that before they threw me into the middle of their war.
End
Obviously about Max.
Hum, I'm not too sure about this small story, but as always comments are welcome and if anyone has any requests for a topic they'd like me to write about it would give me some major incentive to actually write something – it's taken me about a year to update this series, which is pathetic really, but I've had no inspiration to write anything.
I'm very sorry for the wait!
Georgia Hiwatari x