That Day

• Meyer Madison, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2010

Before I could stop it, it was happening. The yelling, the screaming, the slamming of doors. Too young to understand, too young to know what was about to go on. I know now what happened that day. But I will never forget feeling scared, lonely and wanting to hide in a corner.

My sister held me close and told me it was okay. Seeing my parents like that scared me. After all I was only little, about six or seven. At the time I didn’t know that they were scared too, knowing their little girls were watching. I was also confused. Why, why were they fighting, yelling nasty words I never wanted to repeat? Seeing the pain, feeling the pain, knowing the pain that they were feeling.

I remember that day so well it haunts me. Seeing the way they looked at each other, not knowing whether it was pain, anger or frustration. I thought it was me. I thought I was the reason for this. But now I know they just weren’t meant to be.