Alone

When i was three my room was my escape. The escape from reality and the unknown world that seemed giant to my three year old eyes. The scary, confusing happening that i didn't understand, had vanished when my white simple door closed shut and i was inside, almost relieved. At this time my family was changing, i was clueless. The memory of the aggressive, booming voice of a man, and a frustrated, upset women battling it out beyond my door. The words, and yelling i didn't comprehend were all gibberish inside my room. The recollection of me hiding in my closet, trying to run away from the argument these people were having. Even the peace i once thought my purple room had, did not protect me from this hatred i could here. The yelling back and forth lasted for hours. But once it stopped i opened my door hesitantly and saw my mom just standing there, frozen. I didn't even have to ask but she said..." That was no one, he is gone now don't worry. " And from the window i saw the six' four giant teddy bear i called my dad, walk to his car and drive away.