Does the red light mean it's rolling?
Cool, cool. So, where am I supposed to start?
At the beginning.
Right. Well, umm...what's the beginning?
Just start telling the story, and it'll flow.
Okay. Sorry. I guess I'm just a little nervous. It's just that I haven't told anyone this story in forever---well, frankly, I've never told anyone this story. Period. I mean, it's a difficult subject for me, I guess. It's hard to explain, you know? But just thinking about it gives me the chills. So, if I have a hard time getting through it, then, you know why.
Right. Well, it all started a few months ago---no---sorry, actually, it all started a long time ago. When I was ten years old, hiding under my bed. I hid under my bed a lot back then. This particular time I was hiding from the noises. The loud, angry noises that my parents were making. I could hear them arguing---screaming at each other---downstairs about some girl that my dad had been talking to. My mom was very suspicious about everything. They screamed for about ten minutes, and I became numb to their voices. It just sounded like a wolf pack growling at each other. It was indistinguishable and I completely forgot what they had been arguing about. Then---I heard a loud slapping sound. At first, I thought that dad had hit her. It wouldn't have been the first time. But I guess it was my mom, because my dad had a bruise on his face the next day.
A few days later, he disappeared, along with all of his clothes and personal items. My mom said that he left on a long business trip, but even I wasn't naive enough to believe that.
By the way, I say "even I" because I was pretty naive back then. Which became a problem later on, but I'll get to that later.
Take your time.
That's the problem, kid. Taking my time. I did that then, and look how that turned out. Taking your time isn't good. You need to just get out there and do what you need to do, or your life won't be worth much very long.