My Parent-Personal Narrative

When I was 8, I remember experiencing my parent’s first real argument; It was like no other argument I’ve ever seen before. I heard the anger and pain in my mother 's voice as she and my father screamed at each other at the top of their lungs. I remember seeing and hearing the loud bangs and crashes of dishware that were thrown by my mother out of rage. Bawling my eyes out, I was confused on why both of my parents were so angry at each other.

A few years later, the frequency and intensity of their arguments worsened. One night of arguing, my mother attempted to grab a knife from the dishwasher. She glanced at the knife, and made a run for it. The next thing I knew, she was pinned by my older brother. With his hands on her wrist and knees on

Everyday after school, I’d come home hoping to be greeted with joyful smiles from my parents again; although that day never came. Neither of them treated me like a son anymore. I yearned to feel like I was loved or cared for.

I searched for ways to fill in the empty void that I felt. What I found that helped me try to forget the issues I was facing was video games. After returning home from school everyday, I’d run and isolate myself in the basement, turn on my xbox, lunge into my office chair and play games all night.

At age 13, my mother finally divorced my father and moved out of the house. I was torn to realize that it was officially over, and that I would never see my family whole again. I felt the void inside me magnify and I became more dependent on games to feel at ease. I didn 't care about my early years of high school; My grades were poor and my mind was too focused on trying to forget the struggles of life.

After sophomore year of high school, I began to think and acknowledge all of the issues I’ve experienced throughout my life. I thought to myself that I could never achieve true happiness if I continued to run away and hide from the reality of