It started when I was 16 . Mom and dad were in argument. I could feel the tension building up between them. But it was not the first time they fought, in fact it was all the time they fought but it was usually when dad gets home. Dad was not a good man and mom was just trying to get by a day without the verbal abuse. Then there's me as the middle child . I've always have been alone even though I have four other siblings there not much of a sibling to me cause they always go to the oldest wich supposedly are the wisest but I doubt that very much . Oh yes by the way my name is Shiza . Not much of a name I know. But it's just another thing I got to deal with. I remember waking up in sweat and tears as dreamed about me and my father in a awful fight with knifes and scissors. It was only a horrible dream I told myself just to make myself feel better. As I said before my father was not a good man and he made it very clear to me that he really hates me. Why do I say that you well it was when I got older is when things turned to bad and now really bad. My father was abusive as he could get when me and my other family members were around him. I remember him slapping me in the face as hard as he could making me bite my lip and causing it to bleed as I whipped the tears away and as I tried to escape his presence. Most times I failed to do so as he backed me into the corner and he would scream saying why can't you be more like your sisters and be nice to me like that. I said nothing to him but I don't regret it one bit for not saying a single word. It most likely would have made things worst in the process. But when my mother and father divorced it was the best thing that ever happened until the sickness caught up to me the night he left my family and I. As I recall I started to hear voices not very loud but they only said a couple things to me at time. They would say your better off dead or you should jump off the cliff when I would hike. But I never listened to them . But I did so the begun to get worse everyday some saying more volant things like to kill them or to hurt them so they can't hurt you. But I knew it was only my head playing games with me. Of course I could never let mom know she already has enough stress I told myself. I would soon regret not saying anything to my mom or anybody cause maybe they could have helped me be a better person.