Older

Older

Author's note: I am fully aware that this story has nothing to do with the prompt. This is another story based on a song. The song is called Older by Sasha Sloan. I feel like the stories that I will write about songs will be kinda sad in the future. This one is a bit happier. I hope you enjoy it. I will put the link to the song at the end of the story. 

I looked over and saw my old diary from when I was a little girl. I picked it up and all the memories rushed through my head. I remembered when I used to slam my bedroom door when my mother screamed in the kitchen. I would turn up the volume to my favorite song, try to get to the highest point in my room, and try not to listen to every little fight. Neither one was ever right, I thought. I swore I’d never be like them. But I was just a kid back then. The older I got I soon saw that my parents aren’t heroes, they were just like me. 

I flipped through the book to my early teenage years. The years I realized that loving is hard and it doesn’t always work. I just tried my best to not get hurt. I used to be a mad moody teenager but now I know that sometimes it's just better to let someone go. It just hadn't hit me yet, the older I get. 

I flipped to another page that talked about how my parents were fighting again. I always wondered why they could never be happy. So, I closed my eyes and prayed for another family. A family where everything was right. It was a family that felt like mine. I swore to never be like them, I smiled. But I was just a kid back then. 

Every day I got older and saw more. I would stop believing that my parents weren’t heroes and that they were just like me a little more every day. 

I stopped at a page that had a heart. In the middle of the heart, it said “S+E 4ever.” I glanced at the bottom of the page where I had written, “Loving is hard, it doesn’t always work the way you want it to. You just try your best to not get hurt.” I wrote that after me and Ethan decided to break up. 

I remembered when I used to get super mad after a breakup. But, now I know that sometimes it’s best to let someone go. It just hadn’t hit me yet, the older I get. 

All of a sudden I heard lots of commotion downstairs. Of course, it was coming from my parents. 

“You need to stop acting like a teenager and act like a grown man!!!” My mom screamed, “You're her father! So start acting like it!” 

“Well, it’s kinda hard to do that when you’re constantly screaming at me and telling me I’m doing everything wrong!” My dad yelled back. 

“We’re supposed to be her parents! We need to be her heroes.” My mom said calming down. 

That’s when I walked downstairs to step into the conversation. 

“Would you stop fighting!” I yelled, “The older I get the more I can see that you guys aren’t heroes! You're just like me.” Now I had their attention. 

“Honey, loving is hard,” my mom said. 

“It just doesn’t always work,” my dad took a step towards me. 

“I know,” I started, “You just try your best not to get hurt. When I was little, I used to get mad at you guys for always fighting, but now I know that sometimes it's better to let someone go. It just hadn’t hit me yet.” I smiled, the older I get. My mom then pulled my dad and me in for a group hug. 

So, how’d you like it? I am so happy that my writer’s block went bye bye after I think it was 2 weeks. Normally I have writer’s block for at least a month. Please comment on my story, telling me how I can improve and become a better writer! I don’t have enough words yet so I’m just gonna keep saying hi. 

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