The sound of my father's frustration and the shrill cry coming from my mum echoed through the living room. I watched them rolling on the floor with the knife in my mother's grasp. Me and my older brother witnessed the scene on the sofa while holding each other's hand. Both of us amplified the echoes with the sound of our loud cries. My father made an attempt to snatch the knife from my mohter's hand. She kicked him hard, making him get off her. Just when she wanted to swing her with the knife towards herself, I rushed to her to stop her from stabbing herself. Within a blink of an eye, blood was flowing furiously out of my right arm. I nervously took a glance at my arm. It was indeed slashed. My mother dropped the knife and her body was shaking when looking at me. A few minutes later the siren of the police car can be heard followed by the banging of the front door. One of the policemen seperated the my parents who are still madly cursing at each other. Before I know it, the whole world turned into darkness.