My 11-year-old self-walked down the hallway to see what my mom and dad were yelling about. 

"I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce. You never pay attention to me or our daughter. I thought you were better than this. You let the power and money get to your head, I'm leaving and never coming back!!!" my mom yelled before walking out the door. My dad fell to the ground crying. I walked into the room with tears streaming down my face.

"What do you want you filthy monster?" My dad screamed at me," THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU WEREN'T BORN." He walked over and started beating me with his cane. I sat on the ground taking every hit. He already shattered my soul. He left to his room while I ran upstairs to mine. I was already sad because they had been fighting so much, but then this happened. By this point, I wasn't thinking. I grabbed a pocket knife I had in my room for protection and used it to cut my wrist, I kept cutting them until Tala woke up and stopped me. I cried and cried while she tried to comfort me. That was the first day of my nightmare.