I could smell the vodka entering my lungs, surrounding my body in its evil presence. I held my knees close to my body, and rested my head upon a kneecap. The shattering glass echoed in the background, filling my ears with the calls from hell. Tears ran down the sides of my cheeks, as I tried to hold back from bawling. My whole body began to shake as the fighting between the two I loved grew louder and harsher. Bottles crashed against the walls and shattered into a million pieces on the cold tile floor. I felt as if my life was the glass bottle. Shattered into a million pieces, and never being able to put it back to what it once was.
             I closed my eyes and tried to fight the tears. It was like a battle to keep them from coming. A battle I knew I couldn't win. I tried to cover my ears with my arms, while at the same time I held my knees close to my body. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Telling me I needed to stop this war between the two. A war that once in it, I wouldn't be able to back out of it. Which meant taking some of the hits upon my body as well as my mothers.
             I could hear her scream and cry for help. The cries I knew that would go unanswered. I tried to block it all out and relax, but it was of no use. My body trembled as my ears perked to hear every slurred word that came out of their violent mouths.
             The smell of alcohol entered my nose again, this time burning it because the smell was so strong. I managed to inch my way to the wall where I could rest my back on the coolness of them. My head fell back as I still held my legs tight, resting my whole body on the glass shattered wall. I refused to let my eyelids open to see what violence and damage was made by the hell that was vodka.
             I clenched my eyes shut as tight as I could as the violent words spewed from my dad's mouth, and rebounded on my mom. Still holding my knees I brought my hands up to my forehead in a praying position, and prayed to the lord to make this h...