When was your last? I've got to get the hell out of here moment. It was years ago when I was in

fourth grade. My parents used to get into fights all the time, especially when my dad was drinking.

They'd start yelling and that would turn into actual fistfights. At this time, we were living in a

small trailer, and the room I shared with all three of my siblings was the one at the end of the

trailer, near the back door. So my dad comes home drunk, mum is angry, and starts yelling,

and it escalates from there. Being on a small trailer, everything sounds so close and terrifying,

and as the oldest of the four, I felt the need to protect my siblings, but I didn't know what to

do. After a while, my mum starts

screaming my name at the top of her lungs, and I can still hear my dad screaming too, and I knew

that I needed to get myself and my siblings out of their ASAP. I ushered them out of the room,

down the hallway, and out the back door, and told them to head to our aunt's place, who lived a few trailers down.

My mum was still screaming for me, and all I knew to do was yell,

I got them out, mum, we're leaving, before also going out the back to my aunts.

I don't recall ever being that scared.

Cops came, and they both went to jail and were both out in a couple of days, and acted like nothing had ever happened.

A few years ago,

I brought the incident up to my mum. I told her that I thought she was screaming at me to get the siblings out of the house, and that's why I had. She told me she was screaming my name because

she was scared and wanted help, and didn't know who else to call for. I felt so bad because I

didn't help her, but there's really not much I could have done.

I worked in a factory that made large plastic items via filling moulds with powder and sending

into a giant industrial oven that turned to 550 degrees Fahrenheit. At the end of the week,

I was cleaning said oven and my boss, not knowing I was inside, turned it on. At the sound of hydraulic doors closing,

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