My Dad Went Crazy And Left Home
I still remember the night he left. He and Mom had been fighting, and I learned to stay in my room when this happened. But I was curious, so I sat at the top of the stairs and listened. They screamed at each other for a few more minutes, and then the door slammed. The house was quiet exept for the sound of someone sobbing in the living room. I went down to the den, and Mom was in there. She told me that Dad had left. I asked her why, and she told me it was because of his medicine. I hated the medicine, and still do. I hate how the medicine makes him act strange, most of all. It's like a Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde kind of thing. On day he'll be at home, acting completely normal, and the next day he'll just leave, going all over the place. I can sort of tell when he's turning into Dr. Jeckyl. First his clothes change. When he's normal he wears some raggedy old jeans, a T-Shirt, and a VolksWagen hat, which are usaully stained with oil and dirt, since he likes to fix cars and mess around with his chickens. When he's about to go crazy he wears Abrocromie and Fitch shirts, new jeans, and this stupid little cap, which are all perfectly clean. Second his cars change. When he's okay he drives a VolksWagen bus or his truck. When he's on the brink of insanity he drives his Corvette. Third the arguements start, slowly getting more and more heated. Then fourth, and final, he just leaves. I hate this so much.