"When it all started?.. " - I asking myself holding in right hand stinky bloody knife...
It's definitely not today. Today was a great sunny day. Birds singing out the window. My eyes was dry.
In 2020 when died my mom? Or in 2019? Or in 2014 when my toxic blood eating me?..
When it all goes wrong?
Or probably when my dad wishing my death when my mom was still pregnant of me...
"Don't scream!!! Shut up!
You hindering me!
Tsss.. ! You interrupted me!"
My hand continued the filigree work of the knife. Flesh was to soft. I hate that. Hard to cut.
"Grrr!..I sad shut up! What a stupid being! I need to concentrate!
Damn it! I can hurt you! Oops! .."
Slippery knife was crashed on the floor. Splashes of blood flew to the walls.
"WTF, Ginger?! WTF! I sad be calmed! So what now? You want meat? Yeah? You won't have it! Now I need wash my little knife and once again trying to make perfect lines. So get out of here bloody cat! I already have no patience! My poor beef... My poor kitchen... What a hell. No body perfect even lines, even beef."
Anywhere it would be a great dish, I'm sure. Onions, herbs... No, no... This is a secret ingredient.
So...what I was saying... When it all goes wrong? When my mind was damaged? When I became a new " psycho"?
