random shit and thoughts

Book

My mom carried a book in one hand, and walking with the other.
Her eyes focused.

"Hey schuyler! Can you help me read this? The text is kinda small." She calls.
I walk into the room.
I look over at the page, reading it.
"It doesn't say much." I say,
"Don't be a bitch about this! I just need your help to read something. Cmon, what does it say?"

Suddenly, something snapped.
Anger.
I stare at my mom, rage.
I throw the book to the ground.
Before punching my mom.
I punched her so hard in the stomach, she leaned down in pain.
Now we were both angry.

Then, I just kept hitting, fighting.
She hit my back, we fought. Pulling hair, slapping.
I kicked her shin, she fell to the floor screaming, cursing.
I knew I was in deep shit but I didn't care. I felt great, to get that out on her.
I lean in for one last punch,

I woke up.