She's coming.
I can hear her footsteps.
I know she's here...
*door creaked open*
Oh God! She's coming.
"What the hell are you doing, Steffi? Wake up!!"
I covered my ears and pretend that I know nothing, that I heard nothing.
"Damn it Steffi! Wake up!"
Her footsteps sound louder and nearer and... I felt her hand buried deep down my scalp as she pull my hair so tightly.
I still closed my eyes, ignoring the pain.
"Why do you still use that clip?!! Throw that away! "
Her nails buried deep down my scalp as she pulled the clip out of my hair.
That's what I can't take, so I opened my eyes and picked it up again.
"How many times have I told you not to wear that fcking clip again? Sht! You're so fcking hardheaded!!"
I tried not to cry, but my eyes betrayed me as fountain of tears started falling.
"I wish that.. I wish that you were not my mother. I'd rather be in an orphanage than to be with you."
Those words escaped my lips. Before I knew it, her hand landed at the left side of my cheek.
I fell down to my knees because of the great impact of the slap.
I felt saltiness in my mouth, and it hurts. Not the slap, nor this blood coming out of my mouth, but the way mom has changed.
