Accusation

“could you try to remember what happened that night? Start with just simple things; where were you, what did you smell, what did you hear?” The woman asks me politely yet firm, looking me in the eyes, trying to catch every detail of my emotions. “You don’t have to worry about it, you are safe, I am here with you. Just focus on my voice and try to remember.” I looked at her and nodded slightly, closing my eyes after that to dig into my memories. I breath in and out as calm as I can as I try to recall that evening.

“So where are you?” Says the voice as I visualize the room around me. “In my bed, I just woke up feeling thirsty.” I answer slowly but certain of what I remembered. “And what do you smell?” The voice continues asking and I again try to remember, this takes a bit longer, but I knew the smell, just the explaining was hard. I was sitting in my bed, looking in the half darkness around me. “The normal smell and a bit like my moms perfume.” “And what did you hear?” The lights were still on in the hallway, so my parents were still awake. It shone underneath the door, lightening just enough of my room to see some things beside darkness. I hear voices, downstairs. “Mom and dad are talking, but I can’t hear what they are saying.” Soundless I slide out of bed and walk towards the door. With a soft cracking noise it opens and I walk through the door to the stairs. “They don’t sound the way they normally do, they sound angry and mean.” A bit scared I walk down the stairs, towards the voices. Once in the hallway, I can’t see them yet, they are in the living room just outside my sight. “I can hear what they say, but don’t understand what they are talking about. Than there is some loud noise.” Afraid of what it was I wanted to go back, but at the same time, I wanted comfort of my parents who were just a room away from me. One more loud noise followed and I ran into the living room, afraid and tears in my eyes. There I see the back of mom while she is half screaming curse words towards dad and dad trowing the only vase left in the room at her. She evades it and suddenly dad notices me and so does my mom, seeing the vase flying right to me.

“After that I don’t remember.”