Mommy didn't know that when you go to the hospital they give you the pill that could have killed me. I think my mommy was to scared of daddy. She says I'm just like him. It's a shame mommy never saw daddy's face she only felt his fingers inside her. She reminds me of my origin at bed time. She hisses in my ear how daddy held her down and forced his private into her mouth. When she tells me my beginning I try to ignore the stench of beer on her lips, but sometimes I cough and when I cough mommy gets really mad. One time she said that I was the reason she stank, I was the reason she had to relive it.
I love my mommy that's why I started the fire. She was trying to slit her throat with a butter knife. I could see how sad she was so I grabbed her vodka and sprayed it on my face. Then I slowly took the knife from mommy's hand and poured the rest of vodka down her throat. While she was passed out I turned on the stove.
I shoved me drenched face in the stove for mommy.
"Help my baby. Somebody help my baby. Please lord help my baby" mama screamed as my eyes burned.
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Short Story Collection
DiversosThe tittle really explains it all. These story's might disturb people or trigger sensitive subjects. Honestly if you don't like it don't read it. This collection will be short stories, poems, rants, and scripts. I'm warning you now this is not proof...
