The Secret Diary of a Red-Headed Emo

The realization that I was an Emo wasn't at all surprising, but wanting to express it was different. So let's see how the first year goes...

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5. 5th January 2012

I woke up, very early in the morning, hearing shouting. It was then I knew it was Dad, it was his deep, creaky voice. I hate to think that I'm related to him, sends shivers down my spine. I instantly got up, and went to find William and Laura. They weren't in their room. I shot down the stairs and into the living room while wondering why they weren't in bed. There they were, crying almost in front of Dad, who was yelling at Mum. My blood boiled. I led William and Laura out of the room quickly and up to their room. Still crying. I couldn't get them to stop crying. I then heard Mum crying, she never cries. I had to help. I gave the twins some sweets I had in my room and rushed down the staircase.

 

I saw Mum on the floor, blood dripping from her leg, Dad with a blood soaked knife in his hand. My eyes grew with intensity and tears just spilled out. I knew he was an asshole, and he never did care about me, but I never thought he'd do this. He quickly took the money from the cupboard which Mum saves up, and ran out. But not before staring at me, telling me with that look. 'If you dare tell anyone, you're in for it.' I waited til he left to grabbed the phone and call 999 while holding Mum's hand, watching her losing strength.

 

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In the Hospital about 8am, I didn't leave Mum's side. William and Laura were picked up by Nan, she was looking after them at her house. My Nan also contacted the school, informing them of the situation. I didn't mention to anyone that it was Dad who stabbed her, but I had to tell someone in a while. After what seemed forever, a Doctor came in and broke the news. She was gonna be fine. She just had to go through therapy and other shit, I wasn't really listening. I was just glad she was gonna be fine. I sat in the chair next to her bed, just watching her breathe. Never losing grip on her hand, but eventually, I fell asleep. Cold as Ice.

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