#childspov

I chugged cold iced water while watching my parents fight. I felt sick as my father threw my mom's phone and it hit the sturdy everlasting wooden chair.

Tears ran down my mothers cheeks as she saw the remnants of the broken electronic. As if it was her heart that had shattered because of the ire induced by her forced other half.

I started shivering as my mother took the keys of car and tried to run outside when the tears turned into whispering sobs. Something in her mind told her to stop and she did. She went on to go upstairs. I turned away.

She had drawn from a well that looked empty now. there is not always more to take, i thought. Sometimes so much can be taken that what is left doesn't matter.

I just see things being in her position and how hard it feels.

I stared into nothing, being distracted of how feared I felt. How much i just wanted to run away-- my thoughts were interrupted because of the chill that was dancing on my spine until i started trembling again.

I wasn't affected that much by this because it keeps happening each day. It gets worse day by day.