Light Of The Dark - Original Writing

My background goes from the island of Puerto Rico, to the country of El Salvador. As I get more in detail of my family you will discover we are not your average “Brady Bunch”. Were quite the opposite, even though I am beyond blessed with the family I have been given, we are as screwed up as they come. It was my first day of kindergarten when I came home to find out my parents were separating and getting a divorce. My life went into a tailspin. Growing up my father was always part of the picture financially. He was always a pay check at the beginning of the month. He was never there for what I felt were important life moments. As the years were to come my mom took care of my brothers and I. My brothers who were angry with my father lashed out by getting involved with the wrong crowds, and drugs. The weight of the family of fell on Victor. There were several factors that majorly effected my life. One of them being I was molested at the age of eight. So I went to very dark place. My parents were divorced, my brothers were giving my mother more than she imagined, and then I was molested. My childhood was robbed from me, it

When we headed up to her room to prepare for bed, the night hit rock bottom. It started with her ranting about how mad and upset she was with me, but the second I tried to explain that I’d done nothing, and didn’t deserve her comments all night long, it escalated quickly. Her shrieks projected off the ceiling, echoing throughout the room; I swear the whole block could hear her. Suddenly, the heat of the atmosphere rose: tension. My heart raced. My body paralyzed.

The the darkness of the black night seeps through the walls of my house, engulfing the hallway to my parents room in shadow. I walk tentatively, towards the open door, a tension and sense of anxiety building in my chest because I know that what I am about to say will invoke anger from my Father. “We can’t go skiing” I blurt out, explaining to my parents that I have a midterm next Thursday in AP U.S History so I can not go on the family skiing trip that had been planned for over a month. My father’s frustration becomes apparent to me, his sharply voice raising, his tone becoming stern and his brows furrowing.

Home alone, I open the door and find myself staring into an inimical pair of eyes. I’d spent two and a half years longing for this face off. Every move, every word had been practiced in front of a mirror and scraped to perfection. But in that moment, my throat faulted and my words tied themselves to the insides of my cheeks. The stranger I had once called my father handed me an envelope filled with beaten bills, too closely resembling his intentions, and ordered me to give them to my mother. Turning around, he recovered the keys sitting next to a pack of cigarettes in his left pocket, and walked away. I never knew silence to be so loud. Chasing after his shrinking shadow, I threw the envelope at his feet. Despite losing out on what would be a month’s worth of rent, I never in my life had felt more secure.

Slivers of sunlight shine through the blinds and into my eyes as I wake up. After I fully wake up, I observe my pink and purple bedroom walls, unaware that I will never again view them with such carelessness. Sluggishly, I saunter through the hallway, towards the bathroom, but I pause as I hear my mom sobbing in a tone I have never heard before. Although I have never heard this tone before, I detect the sorrow in her cry. Deep down, I know exactly why she cries: my dad has left. I slowly step into her bedroom and the words, “It’s true”, are written plainly on her tear drenched face.

“No, stop!” Eight year old Analeigh Remington screamed at the top of her lungs before she turned around and ran through her house. She went straight into her mom’s room and jumped onto the bed, but no one was there. Her mommy. It had been just over three weeks since her older identical twin sister had been murdered and her mom was gone. She never saw her anymore and didn’t understand.None of this made sense. She just wanted her mom! Ana crawled under the covers, laying her head down on one of her mom’s pillows sobbing until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She finally opened her eyes, looking towards the door, hoping to see her mother standing there but instead it was her nanny. “I want my mommy!

I knew Nathan had come home, and anticipating the beating he would surely give me for what I had done I sprinted up the stairs and entered my room. The room was dark, the blinds were drawn and the walls that were once a cream colour were now grey. The paint was peeling, and my bed in the middle of the room gave the small space the illusion that it was even smaller. However, it was the only place I had to myself, and I treasured it for that reason. I heard Nathan walking up the stairs, and I hid under my bed and held my breath. I was scared of my brother. He and I were polar opposites, he was muscly and strong, and in terms of personality he was exactly the same as my father, mean and strict. He walked into my room and crouched down, immediately finding my hiding spot and giving a heavy sigh. He held out his hand and I flinched, but all he did was stroke my hair, something he hadn’t done for many

The door slams as she goes in, and I can hear muffled sobs behind the thin walls. I turn to my dad and see tears glistening on his cheeks—for all his dislike of my brother, he hates seeing my mother so broken. There is no light, now, as Mom grows silent. Dad rises from his chair to go to bed, giving me a hug as he walks away.

I grew up in an abusive household, coming home wasn’t very fun and I wasn’t doing very well in school either. I was stuck in a very hard place, I was struggling, not knowing where to go what to do, I couldn’t tell if I was going up or down. School felt like a prison and home was even scarier. Most nights I couldn’t sleep scared to death, hoping that when I wake up the argument between my parents the night before didn’t leave my mother dead the next morning. Defending her only resulted in injuries to myself, this went on for 7 years of my life. I don’t hate him now, growing up with an abusive, schizophrenic father took a lot of meaning out of my life I grew up listening to the words he screamed at my mother night after night, you're nothing,useless,

“Jamie?” Dad peeked his head through my door. “Let’s go into the family room,” he said, as he entered my room. It was like tiny marshmallows tip-toed across my floor, that was so unlike him. It was usually like a herd of elephants marching across the valley, parading around as if they were the best creatures on earth. He walked over to my desk where I was sitting and grabbed my arm. He stood me up with one hand, using no amount of effort. Then, he gently started pushing me along, towards the door. His voice sounded sweet and understanding, as he whispered, “It’s all going to be ok.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind!” my father exclaimed apoplectically as the sweat from my face imperceptibly dripped down like droplets from a water faucet that wasn’t fully turned off. “Dad, I-.” Before I could even relinquish the rest of the sentence out of my mouth, I received a firm slap on the left side of my cheek that was as loud as a firecracker. “I am very ashamed of you, Ezra; just wait till your mother hears about this,” said my father. Trying to fight back the tears accumulating in my eyes, I knew the worst was soon to come for me. “Stupid me, stupid me, stupid me! Why did I commit such a reckless act that I’m regretting now! I done goofed up, big time,” I thought to myself on the dismal car ride home.

I met my brother and sister from across a classroom desk in the basement of Saint Anthony’s Medical Center. I was walking into my first Alateen meeting with my biological sister, Alex, with a blank stare and a mind overflowing with thoughts of why and how I had gotten there. Alex and I sat down next to a boy, who was about sixteen years old with tan skin and brown hair, and a girl, who was about twelve years old and looked just like him. Fast forward three years and I found myself moving the boxes of these two into a new house. Everyday I am rendered by the mere thought that if I hadn’t gone to those meetings, if my mother hadn't gone to those meetings, I would have lost another father.

I heard my sister yawn from bedroom and then, a thunk and a moment of silence. She must have hit her head on the bed board because the next thing I heard was. “Ow!” She crawled out of bed, rubbing her head. She opened the freezer searching for an ice pack. She grabbed the big one, holding it up to her forehead. “Are you okay honey?” My mom asked, pulling her long curly blonde hair into a bun. It sparkled in the sunlight, looking like golden rays flowing from her head. “Yeah, I just hit my head on the top of the bunk bed.” My sister, Emma said. She looked at me, her eyes glittering and shimmering in the brightness of the morning. “Are you drinking coffee?” She asked with a questionable look on her face. “Yep.” I said taking a big gulp. “We don’t have a lot of time, start getting ready.” My mom said, she looked at me waving her hand as if she was shooing me away. A piece of her golden hair fell from her bun onto her shoulder. “Where are we going?”I asked, confusion rushed through my brain like fire spreading throughout a field of dry grass. I hadn’t paid much attention when my mom was telling me where we were going that day, I was to busy drawing. Besides I would find out the next day anyways so I zoned out listening to my music and paying attention to the girl I was drawing. I realized now that I probably should have because i couldn’t remember where we were going. I smelled coffee, suddenly my mind snapped back to reality, I realize my mom is telling me that we are going

The darkness was slowly devouring my body. All that surrounded me was an empty room and dead silence. I held on to my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, trying to control the unbearable pain in my chest. The images of her face appeared in my mind. Horns popped out of her head; a tail crawled out from behind her; and a wicked grin crept across her face. Her smile grew wider the moment her claws ripped off my wings and any chance of escaping the depths of hell.

The winter sky slept peacefully. Its cheeks glowed with an eerie grey, driving back the desperate sunlight trying to enrich the malnourished cityscape.