It happened. My parents split. And, I can't believe it. I can't believe it happened to ME, most of all. For the longest time, I thought to myself, "It can't happen to me, we haven't done anything to anybody, were safe," even as their relationship slowly deteriorated before my eyes. I stayed there, lying under spikes as they hung from a burning rope. And when the rope could burn no longer, they impaled me. And soon I will eventually bleed to death, leaving nothing but an empty shell. *** It started normally, a day at school, you know. When my brother and I come home from school our parents aren't home, we have to unlock the house and all that. When our dad came home we said "Hi" and continued whatever we were doing. A few minutes later, our mom arrived. We said "Hi" and finished up on our homework. She said "Hi" back and went straight to the parents' room. A couple minutes later, I heard my dad scream "WHY?!?" at the top of his lungs. I thought it was just them having another arguement about the bills. They had been arguing over the bills and other shit for the longest time, so I had become accustomed to hearing them screaming their heads off. I finished up the last problem and went into the kitchen for a snack, maybe a couple cookies or chips. Mom came out of the room and walked into the kitchen, too. She said, "Well I had better fix up dinner." At four o'clock. I don't know about everyone else, but we usually eat around six or seven. Clue #1. Then she grabbed out a bunch of stuff from the pantry, set it out on the counter. But what was strange was, she kept putting them back. And taking them out again. And putting them back. But she'd go around in circles before taking them out again. I paid no attention to it, really. I just thought she had a tough day at work or something. So I grabbed my cookies, went to the PC ((which was fixed just still doesn't have internet)) and started playing games. That's when she came out. "Pause the game, I need to talk to you guys." Uh oh. Did I do somethig wrong? Was my room not clean enough? She sat down on a chair and gave a strange look, one I had never seen before. She had a small subtle grin, but her eyes said she was upset. We waited in silence for her to say something. And then, it came. "Your dad and I are splitting up." My brother jumped back and said, "Don't play like that, Mom, it's not funny." And she said in that soft, smooth voice, "I'm not." And I could hear his heart shattering in to tiny fragments. And wails of sorrow came from beside me, blasting, true wails of sorrow. And I, I did nothing. I could feel nothing. Nothing. Emptiness. I searched around inside me for the proper emotion. Was it pain? Or maybe it was confusion? Lets just throw in apathy and see what happens. And past apathy came many different emotions. But it wasn't like I couldn't see it coming. They fought endlessly for months. When we would go to the movies only one parent would go. And Mom said once, "I'm glad he's not going, stay home, lazy bastard." And Dad would talk about Mom behind her back, saying that she was retarded or crazy or something. Those few clues all pointed to divorce. And I knew it was coming. Anger. Why could I have had a say in this? Oh yeah, that's right, I don't have a say in their relationship. I can't control it. But then again, I don't control much of anything, do I? I don't control what I say, I don't control my room, I don't control me. I control jack shit. Why should I be able to control the family's future? Sorrow. I'll only get to see my dad once a week. Once a fucking week. I'll miss him. And it all happens so fast; the family split in under five minutes. And nothing will be the same. I'll have to get used to trying to remember where everything is in two different houses now, I guess. And when I hugged my Mom, it didn't feel quite right. I wasn't hugging my mom, I was hugging Lauanna Wilson. And that scared me. My mom will no longer be my mom, but the lady in the cream outfit who destroyed the family. Confusion. Is this happening? Did my parents really split up? Is the family apart? Holy shit, I never knew it could happen to me. What do I do now? Do I just start to get used to it? Will I get used to it? Or is there anything for me to get used to? We might have been living together but we might as well have been living in separate houses. Happiness. I don't think I'll ever look at my parents the same way again.