A/N: This part takes place when Marlo was 8 years old.
POV: Marlo
I heard my mom yelling as she stomped up the stairs and I smiled as I waited by my bedroom door I was ready today I was going to escape my mother forever. My body shook with both fear and excitement of what I was about to do and then my mom open the door. My mom slapped me with the back of her hand and her rings dug into my skin "fucking bitch losing me a fucking client" she yelled and I slid over to my bed dodging the shoes that she threw at me I was getting good at predicting her movements. I grabbed my knife from under my bed "you going to fucking kill me bitch huh do it then pussy" she yelled and I shook my head no I wasn't going to kill my mom I couldn't even if she was the devil in disguise. I held my breath as I pressed the knife into my side and I felt my eyes water as the knife entered my skin I looked at my mom to see her face I bet she is so happy right now. My mom's face twisted into a frown and her eyes looked like black holes which made me feel all the pain I hunched over and held my stomach while my tears spilled out of my eyes "you dumb bitch my clients need you to get up and let me fix you up" I shook my head and groaned softly as I twisted the knife and pulled it out of my side and watched blood pool out of the wound "ugh fine I will call the fucking ambulance for your lazy ass"...
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I woke up to bright lights and a lady's face did I die? Did I do it? "My baby" I turned my face to the side and I saw my mother forcing out tears. "Morgan can you hear me I need you to tell me if you can hear me" I blinked a few times and then my vision cleared and the lady hovering over me sighed "gave me quite the fright now Morgan do me a favor tell me how many fingers do I have up" she put up two fingers so I held up two fingers back towards her "no love I need you to verbalize the number" I shook my head and she didn't push me she just went back to checking my vitals ugh I am still alive...mother is going to kill me.
2 HOURS LATER
"She hasn't said a word and we think she may have some kind of brain-damaged" I heard the doctors whisper and then I heard my mother cut them off "She needs to be evaluated" I guess since she figured nobody cared about her tears she might as well try to make this look like my fault.
2 MINUTES LATER
They must have agreed to get me evaluated because a doctor walked up to me and said "we need you to stay here overnight" I sighed but said nothing and I had no doubt in mind I was going to go to a mental hospital this time.
A/N: kids under the age of 12 can be admitted to a mental institution. I was admitted to one at the age of 8 so this is solely on my experience. Continue on part 27.
We judge people for judging people because judging people is wrong.
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