The policemen then told my 5 year old self why he was even their in the first place. "I'm here because your mommy call me and told me that you were hitting and screaming at her is that true" the policeman says. I hide behind my moms legs sniffling ready to cry in terrier. The police officer proceeded to say " Don't hit your mom anymore or you can end up somewhere you don't want to go" "Do you want that?" He had asked. my 5 year old self shook my head no with as tears start to roll down my face.
The police officer finally preceded to leave and I ran straight into my bedroom with my head shoved into my pillow sobbing. My mom followed shortly after and sat on my bed. "You better straighten your act out and start listening." she says with a stern voice.
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Trauma Processing
RandomA short story on past trauma experience that I went through as a kid, and how I'm processing it as an adult. I heard a knock on the door while hiding under my bed. I hear my mom say " yes come on in". Little did I know it was a police officer
