Buried Darkness

I'd shut my door and turn on my clock radio and listen to the music to escape what was going on in the next room with the many uncles coming in and out. Lately this soon familiarizing voice of Marsha and my mom all started getting too familiar. One night about 2:00 A.M I could hear my mom throwing things in her bedroom, yelling at Marsha to get out. She was yelling at Marsha at the top of her lungs, screaming you have ruined my life you've taken everything away from me I hate you I'm going to kill you, you trifling bitch. I was afraid with the covers over my head, I heard my mom run out of her bedroom and it sounded like she was running from something or someone, was Marsha chasing my mom? I peeked out my bedroom and I could see my mom looking like a mad women. She looked like she had just gotten into a fight with someone her hair was all over the place, her eyes looked evil and I was frightened as to who she was running from. All I know was I needed to help my mom I didn't want her to kill this person Marsha I needed my mom and so did my sister Karla. I snuck into the other room I picked up the phone I knew how to call 911 in an emergency so I called. A lady's voice was on the other line. She asked my name and I told her, Deanna. She asked what was wrong. I told her that my mother was screaming and throwing stuff and I think she needed help. The dispatcher lady on the other line told me her name was Andra, and said everything would be fine. She asked my address and confirmed my telephone number, and assured me help was on the way. Andra asked was I okay. I told her that my baby sister and I were hiding in the corner and I was scared. She continued asked me questions. Karla was crying, I could barely hear Andra the dispatcher, so I had to have her repeat what she was saying. I peeked over the couch to see where my mom was, as soon as I popped my head up a half dead plant in a large vase came hurling towards Karla and me. I ducked back down and it hit the wall behind me nearly missing my head I started to cry. The curtains had been torn down from the hangings and it was late and dark outside only the light from the moon shine through the darkness. I buried my face into my baby sister's back and rubbed her face to try to get her to stop crying. I could hear the sirens roaring from afar, and soon I heard my name being called from outside, it was a man he said he was the police I looked up and could see the flashing lights shining through the window. He said he was there to help, He called me by name. Deanna could you open the door?. I looked towards the door; I told him I would try. I put my sister down in the corner and grabbed a pillow off the couch to put it between her and the glass I crawled over towards the door to open it when I was halfway I saw my mother coming from the hallway running towards me, I stopped and looked at her. When she saw that I was headed to the door to open it for the officer on the other side she ran towards me charging me. My mother tripped over the rug in the entryway and fell and hit her head on the door jamb knocking her into a dizzy daze. I stepped over my mother's lifeless body and tried to open the door for the officer at that time my mother was wakening and she started screaming and pointing at me screaming in rage, you're with them and they want to take me they can’t have me they will never have me. As I looked at her face she scared me she looked like a person I've never seen before, a stranger yelling at me pointing at me. I could hear the officer on the other end of the door yelling Deanna can you open the door or we’ll have to kick it in the police begged. I reached over my mother once again and unlocked the door I then ran back to the corner and picked up my sister and held her as tight as I could she was the only real thing in this whole situation, everything else seems like a nightmare. I watched as the firemen pushed the door open with my mother behind it. When they finally got into the house they rushed her she fought them. She kicked, bit, and screamed, cursing and yelling bad words.

I yelled for them not to hurt my mama I wanted to go over and help her fight then something held me back, I knew it was best that they helped, I knew she needed help. All she had on was panties and a housecoat her breasts were all over the place. I felt embarrassed for my mother and her nakedness. It took about five police officers to pin her down. They handcuffed her, and the ambulance men put her on the gurney and strapped her down tight she was still yelling I know you, I know you all you can't have me.