Remembered Memories by André-Naquian Wheeler

    At eleven years old I told my mom and step-dad that I wanted to kill myself.

    I had been standing in the living room hallway because it gave me a good view of Phillip and Mom arguing. Phillip was sitting at the dining room table with a beer bottle in his right hand. He had been blasting blues music and Mom had asked him to turn it down because she had to go to work the next morning. Then she started bothering Phillip some more about getting drunk all the time.

    These were the usual opening statements. Sometimes it felt like they were arguing for my personal entertainment. The furthest they would ever go in trying to hide them from me was closing their bathroom door when they shouted at each other. When they did that I would go to my bathroom, which was adjacent to theirs, and stand in my bathtub and place my ear against the cold bathroom tiles. I had discovered it was the perfect spot to hear what ugly things they were saying to each other. Also, I always wanted to be ready in case Mom started hitting Phillip once again and Phillip finally started hitting Mom back. I imagined myself swooping in brave and strong with a baseball bat in my hand. Finally being allowed to unleash the same fury on to Phillip as my mom got to.

    See, Mom always liked to act like she had it the hardest but really it was me. I was being bullied at school. One day I was grabbing books out of my locker when two boys, Sam and Tanner, came and kicked my binder down the hall and stepped on my papers. It was normal behavior towards me from the two. The only embarrassing part had been the fact that I had made eye contact with Ms. Ratcliff, who was on hallway duty, as it happened. I ran away to the bathroom and cried.

    So my self-confidence was a bit low. I would lie in bed and imagine Mom finding my lifeless body in the bathtub. I wondered if Mom would feel guilty for whooping me or if Sam and Tanner would feel bad for saying I was a queer.

    Those kind of thoughts had begun to wear on me.

    Mom braided my afro into cornrows every Sunday night. One week Mom noticed a bald spot the size of a quarter on the back of my head. It was as smooth as a babys bottom. Mom took me to to see the doctor. He had no explanation for it, only suggestions. He said the bald spot could have been either an allergic reaction or from stress. I knew which one it was.

    “What does he have to be stressed about? Hes eleven. Its his shampoo,my mom explained to the doctor, as if she had gone to medical school herself. Hes been using Garnier shampoo even though I told him not to. Ive been washing his hair with V05 ever since he was a baby.So I went back to washing my hair with V05 and started rubbing the bald spot with Rogiane. It took two years for the bald spot to disappear.

    I had been bottling a lot in and that night I let it all out in the hopes it would make a difference.

    “Stop it!I yelled as I ran out and collapsed on the living room floor. I cried into my knees. Mom and Phillip went silent.

    Mom asked me if I was okay.

    “Why do you guys have to argue all the time?I used my T-shirt to blow my nose. I think you two should just give up and go your separate ways. Some people just arent meant to be with each other.

    Phillip leaned against the wall and watched. See what you did?There was a smirk on his face.

    “Me?Mom yelled back. This is you. Hes tired of seeing his mother treated badly.

    “Stop fighting!I screamed out. Sometimes I think the world would be better off without me. If I was dead then maybe you could leave Phillip.I inhaled my snot back into my nose and swallowed it.

    They were finally quiet.

    “Dont say that Dwight,my mom said, suddenly tender. You know people who kill themselves go to Hell right? And you dont want to go there, do you?I shook my head. Now get up.I got up, expecting everything to be changed now. Now they would stop arguing all the time since they knew what it did to me. Now go to the bathroom and wipe your face.

    While I was in the bathroom I heard Mom sigh. I cant go through this tonight. I have work in the morning.

    All Phillip said was Hmph.

    Mom and me went to her friend Larrys house. I sat in his living room and pretended to watch T.V. as I listened to Mom tell him about what had just happened. When she came out of Larrys bedroom she said we were going to move in with Larry and I nodded my head. Moving in with another man meant potential new arguments but I figured it was a step towards Mom and me living on our own.

    In the car Mom told me she was sorry I had to go through this. That this is why she wanted me to get a good education and be something. So then I wouldnt have to depend on anyone.

    She asked me if I meant what I said earlier.

    I knew what I was supposed to say.

    “I was just trying to make you and Phillip stop arguing,I lied.

    “I thought that. Well I dont ever wanna hear you talk like that again, you hear me?I nodded. Youre too young to be thinking like that, and besides, if I lost you, I would kill myself and you dont wanna make your mother go through that do you?I shook my head. Okay, and what me and Phillip go through is between us. It has nothing to do with you. Phillip is just an alcoholic. Plain and simple. I just dont want you to think Im okay with that. Thats why I argue with him about drinking in the house.I nodded my head again.

    When Mom came home from work the next day I asked her when we were going to start moving into Larrys house.

    “I thought about it,she said as she collapsed on the living room couch. I dont want to move in with Larry. I'd rather live comfortable in my own home with drunk Phillip then have to depend on another man. You know Larry might get mad at me and say you and your son need to move outand then wed be up shits creek. No, Ill just let Phillip think everything is alright and stash my money to the side. Then one day hell come home and this whole house will be empty.

    I nodded my head.

    It took six years for that day to occur.



André-Naquian Wheeler is an 19-year-old Texas native currently studying Journalism at New York University. His work has been featured on Mr. Beller's Neighborhood, Chelsea Station, Forth Magazine, Linguistic Erosion, and The Drunken Odyssey. You can find him at