Home. It sucks. My house has only one story, and three bedrooms. I have four siblings, which makes it hard to concentrate on things that actually matter.

My siblings are little devils. Me being the oldest means that I have take full responsibility. Those little devils blame stuff that they do on me all the time, even when I’m not home.

I’m walking home from the store when I here my siblings fighting behind me.

”Hey, stop it! We are in public,” I said.

They just looked at me and stuck their tongues out at me. Then they went back to fighting. You do not want to know how many times this has happened to me.

I grab my youngest brother by his hand and he just starts yelling at me. He yelled stuff at me like to let go, he had rights, and a bunch of other crap.

I was too tired for his crap today. I just dragged him across the sidewalk until we got to our home.

Once we got home, my siblings went into the front yard and started playing with each other. This was the only time when I actually liked watching them playing with each other made me happy. They weren’t bothering me was one of the reasons why I liked watching them play. Another reason is because it reminds me of how me and my old friends used to be like before these little demons were born. I always loved remembering those times. I am sad that those times ended a long time ago.

I went back to unpacking the things I bought. I got food, some drinks, and one toy that my younger sister wanted and wouldn’t stop shouting and crying until she got it. I hate sisters and brothers.

Once I finished unpacking the stuff, I went to my room and began reading a book about knights.

*Bang* I fell out of my desk and nearly hit my head on the ground. Thankfully my chair stopped me, barely.

I ran downstairs, thinking someone did something bad. But it turns out that my dad got home and forgot his house key, so he just kicked the door down. My dad looked at me and said, “Eric, clean this up. Now!”

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I rolled my eyes and went into the garage to grab some tools and wood. I had materials ready for this scenario. This wasn’t the first time he forgot his keys and had to kick the door down. He always made me fix it every time he kicked a door down. Yes, he has kicked multiple doors down in our house.

As I was replacing the door hinges, I saw my dad sit in a chair and drink a beer can down without a break. He has watched too much TV. I chuckled at that thought. That was a mistake. Dad looked around his chair and at me and said, “Hey! No laughing while fixing, or else.”

Dad wasn’t always like this. About a year ago, my mom and dad both lived here. But then my mom cheated on my dad with one of our neighbors. My dad, siblings, and I all found out around five months ago. My siblings were almost too young to figure out what was going on. But I knew perfectly what was happening. My dad was furious with mom, our neighbor, and my siblings and I. That night, I was in my bed listening to my parents argue. Then I heard something that sent me into a panic. I heard a loud thump.

I left my room and saw my mom on the ground with blood pouring down her face. My dad had his pistol in his hand with a silencer on it. My dad didn’t notice me. I quickly ran into my room and locked the door behind me. That night I fell asleep curled up in the corner and cried myself to sleep.

I have never done anything my dad wouldn’t like since. It was moment like this when I realize that I am sorry for my siblings. They didn’t know what happened that night. My dad told them that mom moved out and left us and that she isn’t coming back.

I have had it with my dad. I dropped the hammer and walked over toward dad. Then I said, “You broke the door. So you fix it.”

Then I began walking towards my room. But then I felt him jerk me back and then push me down. He then kicked me in the side multiple times. Once my dad stopped, he bent down and said, “Listen, you don’t ever say that kind of stuff to me again. Understand!”

I just punched him in the face and then ran for his gun. Once I got it, I pointed the thing at my head. Dad ran at me as fast as he could. But my finger was faster. Inches before he reached me, I pulled the trigger. I felt a burning pain in my head and ringing in my ears. I fell down thinking about my mom. No wonder she wanted away from him. He hated us.

I always wanted away from dad. And now I finally get to go away. I was happier than ever. My siblings can go to hell for all I care, same with my dad.

Everything around went dark and in front of me was a large tunnel of light. So it is true, there is a tunnel. I practically ran up the tunnel. I had no regrets.

but then I felt something jerk me back from the tunnel and into a grey area. From there, I heard a voice say, “Not so fast, Eric. You don’t get away that easy.”

After I heard that, I heard laughter of a sorts. Then everything turned to darkness and I was lost in some sort of place where there was nothing for miles, I think.