Special Powers And Transform Me Into A Superhero

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

He would come home wasted after weeks of not being home; of me wondering where my father had been all those weeks. Staying up late on school nights just wishing for him to come home and tuck me in bed, to tell me he loved me, to ask me how my day was, or just tell me that he was there to stay. As a first grader it is hard to explain to your friends why they can not come to your house to play just knowing that if he is there that he will be drunk yelling at my mom for nothing. It got to the point to where he would come home after a few days and grab a suitcase and leave to go with his new girlfriend for a few days or even weeks. Right before he would leave I would always have hope that he would tell me where he was going or take me with him. I just wanted a father. My mother always told me that he would be back and to have hope; to always trust in her and that she would always be there for me. She was always my rock when I was younger. Until one day she finally told me what a monster the man I called my dad was. He was an abuser, physically and mentally. She told me the truth about the man that I wished was in my life for so long. He never wanted me. I was the youngest out

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

“After the shopping trip fiasco, my mom decided she wanted to learn to paint and ended up trying to purchase an entire art supply store over the phone. When my dad forced her to hang up, she went into a rage so fierce she pulled a knife on him. She kicked and screamed and yelled at him, called him the worst names I had ever heard, until she was crying on the floor again. Dad put her into the hospital after that.”

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

I wanted to say sorry for not contacting you since the night we sat in the forest together. I have a reason, but it may sound insane. You see i’m afraid. Afraid i’m going to hurt you, and turn out to be like my father. I am about to tell you my deepest secret that I have been too scared to tell anyone. You see, my father, he used to beat my mother and would scream out words of profanity while smashing empty bottles against the ground. One day my father came home in the dead of night. I remember the thudding of his boots, and the sounds of screaming from my mother telling him to leave and never come back. I don’t remember much after other than the 3 gun shots that ranging, the sound that told me my mother was gone from my life for good. The policemen took my father away to prison, and I remember the look in his eyes. He was no longer a man, father, or a human he was nothing but a monster. After they took him away my grandparents took me in but they could only see the part of my father that lived inside of me, the monster. They sent me away to an asylum. I returned last year. See Jade i’m scared that my grandparents were right. That part of my father lives inside of me, and that's why you need to stay away from me, I couldn’t live with the pain of hurting you. Just know I meant everything I said to you.

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

I longed to spend time with my father. One night after school, I went up to my Dad nervously not knowing how he would react and ask him if he would like to play checkers with me, like we normally did. Following this, he screamed at me, told me to go to my room, and told me to leave him alone. I went to my room full of sadness and emotional pain feeling betrayed by

It was on a Tuesday and we were in the car alone as he was the one driving. He asked me about school and before he had finished talking, I rolled my eyes and responded: “it’s none of your business”. I continued without looking at him “you don’t always have to ask me about my day, you’re just my dad”. It was terrifying, but I did it. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever done, in fact, I almost chickened out. I did the same thing to my mom an hour later. I was only able to do this because my mom had no idea of what had happened, my dad had just dropped me off and went to work. I was kind of nervous and scared about doing it again because of how my dad had reacted. She said hi to me and chatted for a while. She told me to go freshen and come help her clean. I Interrupted and told her no and as she was about to speak again, I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. She was shook and didn’t react until a minute

No one was getting along, and he was drinking more after the death of my grandfather. We had been is Yosemite for a few days and it was our last night. We decide to go eat dinner and play cards together. From the start he had already made fun of my brother and had been putting my mom down. So much so, that before I could finishing dealing the cards, eli was leaving and my mom was silent. I forgot what I said now, but I remember the response, and the look I got. After I heard the words everyone stopped moving. I held half the deck in my hands, Eli stood, half way through pushing in his chair, and my mom looked up in shock. He didn't say anything else to me, just stared. At first, I don't think I really processed what he said, but that night I really thought about it. I realized then that my dad was truly gone. He wasn’t a dad anymore, he was a strange, someone I no longer knew. I promised myself that week that I need to grow up, and let go of the believe that my dad was suppose to be someone I looked to for advice and help. Now, I do most things for myself. It hurts the most when I see my brother. He used to be so fun, and outgoing, and now, I can see the impact my dad has had on his feelings. It hurts because he has had to grow up earlier that I had to. I’m still not quite there yet, and I still struggle a lot with everything, but I'm figuring things out, and needless to say, I grew up that

Trusting men with my heart was no longer an alternative. Installed inside me was the dread of deserting. At the point when possible good examples were available or when father and child occasions would come up I would discover a reason not to run with good examples. That was one of my got to self-preservation instruments that I utilize not to give individuals a chance to draw near to me. On the off chance that they attempted; I would blame them for by one means or another selling out me with no proof of disloyalty. My self-protection instruments were to push individuals away and not confide in them with my heart. This one time, I sat on the back patio with my mom, it was a dazzling invigorating night, and a portion of the area children was getting fireflies as they lit up the night sky. I revealed to her how I felt about my father relinquishing us however above all how he forsook my two more younger siblings and I. I disclose to her that I felt that my dad was dismissing his obligations as a father and how much I thought that he was a quitter. I went on my tirade for no less than 45 minutes not knowing how much hurt and disdain I had developed for him within me; I was a ticking time bomb just waiting to implode. My mom just tunes in to me and enable me to continue venting until I was crying and asking God what did we do. What exacerbated

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

“We need to be in Chicago around two in the morning”, he said to me before every trip. He liked to put on this big affirmative voice every time we he was trying to be ‘serious.’ He looked at me with his arms crossed and his jaw locked. Waiting. Waiting for a verbal confirmation to come from my mouth. “Yes.” I’d say in a monotone voice it became a second nature to say ‘yes’ each time we were traveling. One of his brows would scrunch up, and a smirk would lay upon his mouth, knowing I hated verbally conforming to him. He would walk into his room and he would turn off the light. I would walk to mine as well, no words where said between us. That is how it was between us for many years, no real verbal love just mental or emotional. My father and I have always been on a mental and emotional relationship. He was not the normal father by any means, but we communicated in a way no one else could understand.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t