The Night That Changed My Life Forever

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Worst Night Of My Life

Submitted: June 10, 2011

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Earsplitting screams, glass shattering across the floor, a new hole in the dull colored wall, this all was the beginning of a night that changed my life. A night that I will never forget. It all started with nothing more than leaking plumbing, but all ended with multiple days in court. Normally coming home from a friend’s house isn’t always the best thing.  Chores piled up and things to do overwhelm me. But this night in particular was different. Something was wrong. I could just feel it. There was tension in the air. I could feel a fight coming, I just didn’t know who or when.  It turned into the waiting game.  

My parents’ fighting is nothing new. It happens all time, so I didn’t think much of hearing cussing over the sound of my stereo. I didn’t realize that this was a different kind of fight, until I heard something crash on the opposite side of the house. I figured out that this was the fight that I had felt creep closer all day. I rushed down stairs only to find my step-dad dragging the coffee table back from the dining room to the living room, and my mom clutching her arm close to her body. Looking across the room, there was nothing but destruction everywhere. Pieces of wood scattered along the floor and shoes thrown about. This room didn’t look like my living room anymore; it looked like the pit of Hell. The fighting raged on for almost two hours before my step-dad finally just took the car and sped out of the driveway and down the still, silent street.

My mom normally is a very strong person, and doesn’t show when she is upset very often. That night was different. She broke down when she was on the phone with the police department. This was the first time that I had ever seen her cry. It made me feel as if there was something to worry about. A police officer came by the house later to take my mom’s statement, and she had to go to the station after to get some paperwork. I will never forget the look of fear filling my mom’s face. The days after that night were just as horrible as the night itself. There was always fear running under my skin. Not even the constant sightings of police cruisers could bring back our sense of safety. There are always constant reminders of that night. The phone calls, the messages, the mail, and the lawyer papers.

That night was one that will I remember forever. The destruction that happened that night is permanently scarred in my mind. Many things are still happening as a result of that night. Things are finally starting to get better, but in the back of my mind I will always be reminded of the night that changed my life forever.


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