She.

She said: “I can’t bear with it any more. Let me go.”

Mom gonna leave me. Once again, I cried alone in an empty house. She had a fight with him. I even can’t hear clearly what they fight about, all I heard is the little pieces of my heart are cracking down, to the last piece…

It’s so hurtful… for three of us. They put scars on each other by damn sharped words and no one can listen it throughfully. Seem like all have waited enough to this day to explode. They angry, they yelling, they both said: “Go away!”. We never better with the word “family”.

I feel scare days by days when they both at home the same time. Most hurtful thing is I hate my seft that I can’t speak anything about it, to help them relize their faults, to help them love each other, to help them hug each other, to help me not to cry… I hate myseft for being so much silent, and now i’m here typing for not helping any thing but despresing emotion and stupid sad music…

I saw my mom pain, also my dad bother about. I feel them. They are both miserable and do nothing wrong. Then why we become like this…

Mom leaved house at 3:00pm after fighting. Dad leaved after that 30 minutes. I’m inside the dark house with two cats sleeping. And now it’s heavy raining outside, I’m thinking about she, then crying again…

Then, I hate this world… /

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