Personal Narrative: Waking Up In High School

Have you ever been in a situation where you feel helpless? Can you imagine waking up in the morning and your patents are nowhere to be found? Your in seventh grade and you have the responsibility of playing the parent role to your little brothers and sister. This is my story. Rewind my life a couple of years back. My mom and dad seemed like the perfect couple. Behind closed doors my eyes were there to witness the truth. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to screams. With fear in my heart I ran over to my older sisters bed. She was eleven I was seven. We walked to our bedroom door the light over the stove was the only thing illuminating the room. The house was still dark just a little dim we could barely see anything. Across the

We moved to a new county and tried to begin a new life. My parents began to act different around my siblings and I. My older sister was now eighteen years old and she decided to move with my aunt. I felt as if she left my alone to play the parent role. When she lived with us she was our mother in a way she would take care of us. I felt so betrayed. My parents began to come home less and less. I knew something was wrong. One night when my parents left the house to go out I found out what it was. It was a Friday night, I had just put my siblings to bed. I walked to my parents room the door was locked no surprise it always was. I reached over the door post and the key jumped into my hand. I opened the door and stepped into the room. A thick smoke moved through the air. The room had a smell that I’ve never smelled before I walked around the bed everything seemed normal. I noticed a royal blue plate sitting on the desk in the corner. I still had dishes to wash from dinner so I figured ide grab it and bring it along. When I got up to the plate I noticed small lines of powder. I’ve seen it in movies before so I knew what it was. My parents were using cocaine. This explained a lot about what was going on for the last couple of years of my life. I felt as if my parents didn’t love my siblings and I because they picked drugs over us. My life felt surreal. I was going through so much I thought turning to drugs would make me forget. I started drinking, Smoking and partying. I was still in seventh grade. My dad showed his face less and less. He became angry all of the time. He would tell me hurtful things like “You not going to be anything, you are a failure” because I couldn’t keep up with my grades . Although his words hurt me they pushed me to do better. To show him that I would not end up like him I began to make honor roll on my report cards. He didn’t