Questioning Reality

Turn it back turbo.

xx.i

I don't know how it led to this. Earlier, we were just arguing about how she should stop with the annoying lectures, and then the next thing I saw after I turned around was that she was pointing a knife at me?

"Mo.. ther? Why are you holding a knife‽ Put that down!" I said, my throat getting dry. I take a step forward, a dumb move, I know, as she almost stabbed my eye with the sharp knife.

"I should've done this a long time ago! You! You're the reason my life's falling apart! You caused this.. you deserve to die." With no hesitations, she lounged towards me, causing us to fall back to the ground, my wretched mother on top of me.

I struggle to push her hand away, desperately trying to get it off as the knife's end comes close to my left eye. I kicked her hard in her in between which made her back away, almost dropping the knife, I quickly took it out of her hand.

I run towards the kitchen to try and exit through the backdoor since our front door is still locked, I can't waste my time opening it as I know she already got up.

I was right. She already got up, and now we're having our round two on the kitchen floor. She was trying to stab it in my stomach, as I tried to face the end on the opposite.

"Fucking die already!" She said in between gritted teeth. Sweat formed in my hands, now slipping from the tight grip forcing the knife to turn, she collapsed on top of me.

My eyes then started to blur as I felt a thick liquid gush out of her, "M-Mother?"

"You.. f-fucking child.." She mutters. I rolled her off to the side as her body became heavier. I bring my hand up to my face, staring at it covered in blood dripping down to my arms.

I glanced at my mother, who I think died?

Fuck, did I kill her?

Holy shit is she dead‽

I quickly got onto her side and checked if she was breathing, my hands were shaking as I checked her pulse.

No beat.

Wait, fuck, how do I check pulses again? Was it on the right hand? Wait, on the neck?

"Uh..."

Shit. My eyes locked with dark ones as I looked up, his body once again stood frozen at the bathroom's entrance, holding his clothes in his left hand.

"J-Javs, It's not what you think! I didn't mean to kill her! She–Mother, was the one who threatened me with the knife!"

But he didn't hear me, his heavy footsteps fading as he left me there, with no hesitations at all.

So she's reaaaally dead now?

—what was that, dam.
—Publishing this since it's been stuck here for months now.