I'm scared..
Something horrible happened today. And that thing was dogs, violence, and a blurring mess of a traumatic experience.
A neighbors dog jumped the fence, he got into our backyard and with our two dogs.

He began to seem friendly at first, so me and my sister went back to see what was going on, he looked hungry at first, so we gave the dog some dog food to feed him a bit. It was all nice at first, but after he was fed, we noticed the others growled when he got near both. We almost saw them fight when they got close, but one time, a fight actually broke out. I didn't expect it, and it scared both me and my sister.

They began to bark, bite, and try to rip at each other's bodies. It was horrifying to witness, I tried to break it up, but my sister got on the phone and called my dad. She came out and had both of us on the phone with him. He sounded frantic and panicked like we did, I could hear my sister begin to slowly sniffle as we watched them fight.

I did the stupid thing, and tried to break up the fight, rushing in and slipping up a few times, but they never focused on me. Just at one another. Even our dogs were fighting one another, it was bizarre, the entire thing. I somehow got the neighbors dog off them, and pulled him away, only to be helped by my sister in opening our gate to push him out.

Now that the dog was out, we thought the others would stop. But they never stopped fighting regardless, they kept on biting, leaping at one another, and trying to drag one another. I tried to break them apart, but they were too heavy and strong compared to the neighbors dog, which was weak. I heard my sister burst into tears behind me, she was practically bawling at this point, screaming for the dogs to stop fighting, as there was so much blood and noise.

I was able to eventually get one, but I had the collar slip off somehow. Later, I was able to grab them again, and pulled one away from the other, through all this mess, I was practically covered in dirt and mud, even some blood on my hands and arms from trying to break them up.

I held the dog down as best as I could, while the other got up, my sister luckily getting in his way and trying to push him away from the one I held down as we heard my father burst in through the gate, and quickly told us to go inside, as he would handle them now. So we both got inside, only for me to *now* burst into tears. I cried, even pushing through the dogs inside. Getting to my room and undressing to go take a shower.

I'm right now sitting in my room, still crying now. I'm so scared, I don't want to remember this horrible day, this bloody and scarring day for me. I just wish today could have been better. It's a fucking weekend dammit, I don't want to be traumatized again.