Sometimes things get bad, to the point were you don’t want to try. Sometimes there are things we don’t want to deal with, or want to give up on. But do we stand there and take it like a man, or do run as far away as we can from it.
My mind was going crazy, and I didn’t know what to do. I was standing in the bathroom with my mom again like any usual day. But this time I was scared, my fear took over me. This time I decided I didn’t want to take it. I wasn’t going to let that bitch hit me any more. She beat me so many times before, and this time I didn’t want to feel the pain.
“Mom,” I said.
“What!”
I think I still have the hose by the house. I knew by saying that, she would let me go down and check it. She had been paranoid about it ever sense we had the flood in the basement.
“Hurry fast but then get your but back up here. If my basement is flooded, I’m going to beat the crap out of you. You got it!”
“Yes mam.”
I ran as fast as I could I didn’t even bother to check the hose. I grabbed my coat, and slammed the door behind me. I kind of hoped I slammed it hard enough, so the glass would shatter. But it didn’t.
I knew were I was going. I knew she wouldn’t bother to come look for me in the bushes of the banded house around the corner. She was too lazy to even get out of her car. So I laid down my jacket in a clear spot in the bushes and tried to sleep. Ants and mosquitoes kept biting me and I couldn’t sleep. It was about ten a clock in the morning when I gained up enough courage to walk home.
Mom was furious and beat me silly. Then for my punishment she made me sleep in the doghouse for the next four days. I was pissed for a while, but realized it was time to get over it. I then decided to never ever let my fear take over. I’m still glad I ran away, and I will never regret it. But I decided I wasn’t going to run from my problems I was going to stand there and take it like a man. And for every day after that I did. That doesn’t mean I should let myself get beat. But sometimes it will be better if you take it so it doesn’t get worse.
7 comments:
I like this essay because this kinda compares to my life. I wish I could have fased my fears like a man,but I didn't I cowerd down to them. Tis was a great story thank for sharing.
It's super important not to run from your problems. Because the truth of the matter is, your problems follow you everywhere you go, and sometimes they just get worse. Never regret anything you do, your mistakes make you who you are.
Yeah, crap happens. I have been through my fair share. The thing that I have found helpful is to work on reaching your potential. If you do that, it shows that you can withstand and exceed in a world full of trouble.
Wow, that is really bad life. I was abused by my older brother. One time me and Kyle ( younger brother) saw him sexually abuse my younger sister (tristen) and we went and yelled to mom telling her to stop it. You want to know what she did she just laid on the bed and read her stupid book. It is really messed up how the world is today.
Dang Fergie, I am sorry about your past. But, the lesson is right, it is a lot better to face your problems or situation you may be in. Because, running away and trying fix things yourself is not going to work out. It would either get worse or the consequences really suck.
Furgie you are such an girl you are so strong and I'm so glad to have met you, that's why I like you and your stories because they are similar well some of them I'm so glad you could share your story. I love you and stay strong.
Thanks for your comments every body but I didn't post this for pity it's just my life.
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