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Monday, November 21, 2005
Broken Home, Broken Life, Broken Child Part 3-Broken Child Leaving Broken Home
i didnt wanna open the door. i wanted to get in try keep my dad from killing me then pack and go. problem was sounded easy, but was hard in real life. i opened the door slowy. it was dark inside, like no one was home. i put one foot in the door, i was home free.
BAM!!!!!!!
a sharp pain hit my arm, it felt like a chainsaw cutting through it. my arm was bleeding so badly. i fell backwards then i figured out what happened.....
i was shot
my dad was standing on the other side of the room. he had his gun in his hand and he walked over 2 me. "DAMMIT!!!" he yelled. "I MISSED I CANT BELIEVE I FUCKIN MISSED!!!!!!" i knew he wasnt gonna leave me there. he was gonna kill me. and i knew it. he was so drunk he couldnt hold the gun stright. where was my mom at? she wasnt in the house as far as i could see."wheres mom?" i demaneded 2 know as i kicked my dad in the nuts and he fell 2 the ground and grabbed his crouch. i took the gun outta his hand. where is she?" i demanded again. "shes asleep in the bedroom" he answered sakeyly i didnt like my mom but i didnt want my dad 2 get way with killing her. my arm was bleeding all over the and said 2 my dad "dont move u son of a bitch or ill fuck your ass up" he didnt get up he was 2 busy holding his shatterd nuts. i went in the bedroom and sure enough my mom was on the bed and she was passed out. i went back 2 the doorway. "now listen" i said 2 my dad "u r gonna let me pack and let me go. no fighting, just a clean get away" now i knew my dad wasnt gonna let me go without a fite but he got up slowy and he said "ok, fine just get the hell outta my house" "good" i nvr let that gun outta my hand though and just as i turned around 2 go 2 my room my dad grabbed my shot arm (my rite one 2 b exact)and he through me agaist the door and it slammed shut. "U SON OF A BITCH WASTE OF SPACE!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled in my ear "IVE WANTED 2 KILL U FOR SO LONG!!!!! DO U THINK IM GONNA LET U GO!?!?" took my good arm and slapped my dad across the face he flipped over the couch and i took the gun and put it 2 his head, "i wanted 2 kill u 2" i said and....
i pulled the trigger
nothing. no more bullets. "oh shit" i said. my dad pushed me back and we were both on the floor and he knocked the gun outta my hand. he pulled some more shells outta his pocket and he grabbed one of the many empty bottles of beer on the ground and his me, giving me another black eye. i got dizzy. the room started spinning. i quit fighting giving my dad the chance 2 pick his gun up load it back up. he had it all done. it was rite between my eyes. my dad rendered quietly, "burn in hell Kurt u fuckin shit faced bastard" and rite before he pulled the trigger i rolled him over and i was on top of him. i gabbed the gun with my left arm and i said,"no u burn in hell Robert Blackwood u fat assed acholic mother fucker" i pulled the trigger.
BAM
those were the last words i had said 2 my dad. he was dead. i blew a hole the size of a Sheetz donut in his head. blood on my face, the wall. i wiped it of with my left sleeze but that didnt help because it was covered with blood 2.."dammit" i said, "i luved this shirt." i knew i would have 2 leave rite then rite now. but i packed all my clothes and cds and ipod and i left. i didnt know what was gonna happen 2 me. my arm was in bad condition and i needed 2 get 2 the hospital. i ran 2 the bridge, my arm throbing.
"TUCK TUCK!!!!!" yelled as i approached the bridge he was talking 2 Archie and Sam, smoking a joint and drinking a budwesier. he looked over 2 me "oh my god Kurt!!!! he said Archie and Sam started running toward me and Tuck followed. "i...u..." i passed out after i rambled that out.
the next thing i knew i woke up in the hospital. my arm was in a cast and Tuck, Archie, and Sam were sitting near me. "hey man u ok?" Sam asked. "Kurt, oh man Kurt are u alrite?" Tuck was concerned. Hes my best friend after all. "ill go c if we can check u out" Sam said as he left the room.5 minutes l8r he came back with a nurse who said, "u have a fracture right above your elbow" she continued, "come back in 6 weeks and get this cast off" and with that she handed me a route sheet and we left. "Kurt, whats going on?" Tuck asked me as we walked back 2 the bridge he was beginning 2 stick a joint in his mouth. Sam and Archie went out on the nite rounds wich ment went cubbin. i was hesitent, but i told him, "i killed my dad Tuck" Tuck looked at like OMG and u know what he said "oh my god" the joint fell outta his mouth just before he lit it. "hey, im fine i have $2000 and my stuff, ill b ok" i said 2 him. "what r u gonna do now?" Tuck asked "what do u mean?" i said. "the cops, they r gonna b lookin 4 ya" Tuck explained, "u could get your fuckin ass kicked, even killed" Tuck started on one of his rambles. i think it had 2 do with him being partly high. "well Tuck" i started 2 say "i jsut dont know" we came 2 the bridge and no one was there. every1 was out, i think it was happy hour at Donny Blue Bar Hall, or they could b partying at one of the neighborhood punk rockers houses. i wasnt in the mood. "wait till every1 hears thats the mighty Kurt-Cain got shot." Tuck said i shot him a dirty look and said "if u fuckin start i swear........" he knew 2 shut up so i stopped in the middle of my sentence. "come on" Tuck said, "u can stay with me at my brother Art's house. 2maro we can go spend some of that money." now i knew Art and he was a junkie burnout punk rocker. i was in no conditon 2 b using heroin so i said, "not 2nite,we an stay here, sleep under the bridge" "Sure y not" Tuck answered me. that night when Tuck was sleeping, pulled my razor out, cut my good arm and wrote dow on a peice of paper ith the blood
here i sit
dreanched in your blood
its like a scary
overwheling flood
im still shocked
i cant believe i did it
the sound of the trigger pull
the day i thought about it at school
suside or murder
can i go on
will i go on
broken bones
and broken hearts
i think im all alone
so lord help me
through these troublesum nites
my dreams will turn 2 nitemares
my hopes will turn 2 frights
so now i will ponder
and maybe find out y
i get so fucking sad
but nvr even cry
at least i know one thing
and i will understand
i wont feel your hits from your evil brewing hand
your drunk ass is gone
and now im on the run
but now the whole world will know
the story that i have 2 tell
broken child left broken home
and after that i fell asleep
to be continued
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