My Fifth Grade Problem

The beginning of fifth grade was when it all fell apart. My parents' marriage for fourteen years hadn't been doing well. They always fought and yelled. Being the only child, I had no one to turn to. I was named Alexandra Postal, but people call me Alex for short.

I'd come home and hear my mom on the phone with my dad. She would be yelling and crying. My mother always turned to alcohol to help her get through it. I wish she stopped. She was more responsible and caring before. I still remember that day I came home from school and saw my mother crying, a bottle of hard liquor in her hand. I asked if she was OK, and she replied "YES!!! Get away!" Then she walked over and as she leaned in to my face, I felt her hand smack me viciously. As I put my hand over my face, she hit me again, more rapidly this time. I had no control. I ran upstairs and cried as the blood from my nose went down my face.

The next morning, I didn't even face her, I left for school so quickly.

My teacher glanced at me, an unreadable expression on her face. I could tell she saw my arm where my mother left the bruises. I couldn't wait for class to be over, I was so scared. Then my teacher, Mrs. Hosely called me up to her desk after everyone left the classroom. She asked me what was on my arm. I replied I got hit playing dodge ball in gym. She gave me a blank look and said "Go along to your next class now." I left, feeling guilty for lying, but I just couldn't tell the truth.

I went hom and started to pack my things. I had to get out. I know I'm only twelve, but I figured my aunt would take me in. My mother was drunk on the couch. I left her a note: Mother I'm sorry, I can't go through this. I'm leaving. I will always love you. Your Daughter, Alexandra.

A few months later-

My aunt and I living together was perfect. I felt free. I'm glad I don't go through the pain anymore. Never hold things in, let them out.

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