𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 28: 𓆩⟡𓆪

Note: Lizzie arguing with her mom is based off real life experiences that I endured, but more exaggerated. Girls with mommy issues RISE

I'm starting to feel more angry. More fucked up.

I thought that my emotions would be more positive ever since I started 'being' with Katie, but clearly that's not the case.

I'm still the girl I used to be.

And today, my mam added fuel to the fire.

Today was suppose to be the day where I finally feel normal again - Katie is coming over.

"Holy fuck, mam! Why do you even care what I do?! I have my own life!" I screamed.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am your mother!"

"Why are you never here, then? You were suppose to be there for me growing up! Instead, all of my childhood I had to do things independently!" Tears prickle my eyes but I don't cry. I won't give her the satisfaction. "I had to do everything by myself, ma!"

"That's not true! You had Caiohme, she took care of you, Lizzie! So stop acting like the goddamn victim - I was providing for you both!"

Now, the tears fall. I taste the salt on my lips as I inhale.

I had Caiohme.

Had.

"Caiomhe shouldn't have been taking care of me. That's not a job that siblings need to do! It's the parents!" I face my hand towards her accusingly. "You were our only parent."

She grows closer to me as we stand in the living room, her lips pursed in a tight line.

"You're a selfish fucking girl, Lizzie. You're never grateful. You're bratty. Your dad saved himself from the torture of simply being around your evil ass."

No.

That's not... that's not true.

But the words don't come out.

And the tears fall quicker.

I sniffle and turn away, rushing up the stairs to my room.

I slam the door. My vision is blurry as I rummage through my bedside table for my boxcutter.

I grab both my boxcutter and razor.

I sink onto the ground, the razor sharp and giving me a gentle sting as I hold it between my fingertips.

My hands are trembling as I drop the silver metal. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing right now. I just need to forget. I need to erase everything from my head.

Breathing gets hard as I open the boxcutter and lift up my sleeve.

I groan in pain as the blade sinks into my skin, my heart beating fast.

There's a mix of salty tears and blood everywhere.

"Lizzie? Someone wants to see you." My mother calls.

Maybe I should let my blades rust up so I can infect myself and leave this world for good.