Haunted by my own life

Haunted

*Haunting someone's life meant staying in their mind forever, but haunting your own meant you couldn't get out of your own narrative, causing you to be stuck in a endless void of yourself, making you think about all your choices in which you should've picked from, Hi, I'm Alicia Estevez, and I'll be telling you my story as to how this all happened to me.*

*It all started on a dark and gloomy night, I was reading after having an argument with my mother. I had ended up zoning out, like I have been a lot more lately for a reason that I can't quite catch onto. My mother was still stuck on the fact that we had argued, which we have never done before, so I'd get why she's still so stuck on it.*

*"Alicia Nicole Estevez, get your ass down these stairs right now!" My father yelled. He always yelled. He yelled so much, I'm shocked he hasn't bursted his vocal cords yet. Whatever though, not like I'd care. I had went down the stairs, pretending not to know why he was yelling, I knew why. I knew damn well the reason why he was yelling. It was because I yelled at my mother over being in my room without knocking. I didn't know it was her, I thought it was my little sister, Eliana.*

*"what's up..?" I say quietly as I walk downstairs, and into the kitchen where he and my mother both were. He had a beer bottle in his hand. Of course he did, he always drank, he's never been sober around Eliana before in her entire life, which of course is 10 years, I'm 14. I'm unsure if I've told you about this, but it's fine, you know now.*

*"Apologize to your mother, right now!" He yelled once again. God, I hate when he yells, it makes me feel like a child sometimes. He always used that tone with me when I was a kid, why would he change it now? "I'm sorry for yelling at you, mom." I said, quietly. It was genuine, just like all my other apologies, but nobody ever thought it was. Of course they didn't, they knew how to make it sound more genuine than I did. I didn't know how to make it seem genuine though, even if it was, I never knew how to make it seem that way.*

*"Say it like you mean it, Alicia Nicole!" He yelled once more. God his voice was so annoying. It didn't make sense, you know how to make it "sound" genuine, and I don't? Maybe because you're fucking drunk all the time. Anyways, I really need to stop talking to myself, I probably need anger management.*

*"I said it as genuinely as I can make it sound, what do you want from me?" I said, starting to sound a little mad now.*