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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Trapped

Sitting at the corner of my spacious room, i heard the howling of the wind. Being lonely at that point of time, I am trapped in my own thoughts.

On the first Saturday of year 2004, i had a horrible experience with my father. it was a beautiful night and everything was going well until the momnet i stepped into the house at about ten o'clock that night. i was called to the study room where my father was. he had a very furious expression on his face and at that point of time, i felt that he would scream at me any moment as i did not inform him that i was going out that day.

At first, i thought he would just nag at me for awhile, instead he insulted me and my friends. At the beginning, he said that i am becoming from bad to worse as time passed. I was not very pissed by this at first until he insulted my friends. i got very agitated. Out of anger, he screamed at me saying that i had been mixing around with bad companies. i felt very insulted by that and i argued back. this was the first time in my life i argued with my father and he was very angry about it. Within a minute, he rushed out of the room, took a wooden stick from the balcony and he threatened to hit me with that stick. i was taken aback when he threatened me with a wooden stick. i was thinking ' how can you bear to hit me with a WOODEN STICK, who am i to you?' I kept quiet for awhile and he threw the stick onto the computer table.

After that, about half an hour or so of arguing, he gave me two choices. one was to get out of the house and the other was to send me into the girl's home. For me, i choose to get out of the house. I rushed into my room, got hold of my passport and i packed my bag ready to leave when suddenly someone grabbed me tightly, it was my father. He looked much more furious than before, he threw my bag onto the floor and asked me where do i think i'm going. i ignored him and wanted to pick up my bag but a slap on my face stopped me from doing so. He yelled at me and locked me up in my room.

That night i was crying silently in bed when the door of my room open. My mother came in to comfort me and i told her i felt very helpless of my father's attitude ever since the day he returned from his business trip a week ago. i told her i have been trapped in the thoughs of committing suicide, and i didn not want to be one of the family anymore as i was the only one whoe was being treated that way.

After the talk with my mother that night, my mood did not change for the better. instead i was in the state of depression. Being trapped in the thoughs of committing suicide, i tried all ways to die but failed.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, my mother sent me to a councilor. she would spend hours talking to me which made me felt better after every session of talking. she became my best friend. she led me out of my own trap and made me a much more cheerful person today. And life is much easier for me and my father now.


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