M: Aaaaahhh! He's killing me!!!! You son of a bitch, aaaah!
(What is hapening here, ah!! My hair! someone is pulling me out!! The fuuck!!)
Me: Stop Mom! STOP IT!---------(MOM!?)
She is my mother? She is desfigurated oh my god!!
Me: Mom stop it!! Stop screaming. (someone knocks in the door) MOOOM!! Oh my god she pased out.. Mom get up someone is knocking at the door!
M: Aghhhh, I will kill you, you motherfuckeeer!! You think you can do what you want from me!? May all your children die in cancer you killer!!
(Nothing to do here, let's check the door)(There's a fucking closet in front of it)
M: He's killing me!!! Not yet..haaa!!
(Describing the scene:
This women, with a guineea pig in her hands, running to hit me. All over cigarettes, two rooms and a kitchen fool of messed files and blank sheets of paper. Behind me a door that could be the bathroom and this fucking closet in front of my only escape...and above all, someone knocking at the door. I took her hand brutally, twisted it and took the poor animal from her skinny hand. I pushed her inside the living room and suddenly she pulled out...the crock I found in the backpack. I suddenly felt so much hate that I just jumped on her and put her at the ground. She was stinking so badly of alcohool. I took the crock from her hands, I put it in my backpack and ran at the door. In not more than two seconds I moved the closed and opened the door again....Thank god, stairs..Such awfull screams inside but I would better run.
I jumped.. more than stepping the steps until the loby where I found my bike leaned on the wall. Outside is dark...turning around I saw mom and I just jumped on my bike and started pedaling faster and faster until I could hear my heart beating inside my chest. Faster...as further as I can, I am so scared...but those knocks..who was at the door. I can't feel my legs I think I am gonna' pass out...god...It's day outside...when all the time has gone.
L: Hey dude, going to the studio today?
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