The Sad, Sad Day

I wake to a sound of something shattering outside of my bed room door in the hall way.

I know that sound I’ve hared that noise nearly every night for the past year.

I lay awake in my bed counting 3, 2, 1,

And then the screaming starts.

I put a pillow over my head to try not to hear what they are saying.

It doesn’t work as well as I thought it might.

I can still hear them.

Why do they fight?

I don’t understand.

I can fill a tear running down my cheek.

I hate it when they fight.

I close my eyes in hope that if I open them again it might stop.

I count to 50.

Then stop and open my eyes.

The yelling has stoped but I can still hear my mum crying.

I hear my door knob twist.

I quickly place my head on the pillow and close my eyes pretending to be asleep.

A shadow hovers over me and I can fill a worm hand slightly on my shoulder.

I can tell it’s my dad.

Why is he in here?

Why isn’t he with mummy?

I asked myself confused.

I sense his head coming closer to my ear.

And his worm breath running down my spine.

Then he whispered in my ear “I will be back for you, I promise”

I wanted to know what he was talking about.

But then I remembered that I was supposed to be asleep.

His hand moved from my shoulder and I heard him leave my room.



The next morning I woke up and went to find my dad.

But when I ran into mum and dads room I saw all of my dads stuff gone and my mum crying on the bed.

‘No’

I thought to myself

I ran out side and saw his car gone.

No, no, no, no, no, no

He can’t be gone.

I ran back inside and saw a letter on the table.

I walked over and saw it had my name on it.

I opened it........................

It was from dad.

He had left.