How did this start? I thought to myself. Was it when my little league team lost the soccer match last month? Or maybe when I got my first C? No, It was before then.

It all started when I was born. Mom and Dad always fought over me. Mom said they just loved me too much. Dad said it was Mom’s fault.

Mom wanted me to become a doctor like her father. So, she expected excellent grades. When I said I didn’t want to be a doctor, she said that I did, but I was too young to know. So, I continued.

Dad wanted me to become a soccer player, like himself. So, he expected on time after-school practice. When I said I didn’t want to be a soccer player, he said that he didn’t care, and that it didn’t matter what I wanted. So, I continued.

I tried to please all, and in return, I pleased no one. They started fighting more and more and more, getting more violent every day.

Mom hurt Dad. Dad hurt Mom.

Mom hurt Dad more. Dad hurt Mom more.

Mom hurt Dad most. Mom calls 911.

Flatline.