My mother and I have an interesting relationship. Of course, I bet you can't think of any girl my age who has a "normal" relationship with their mother but there you have it.
In addition to being the literal queen of darkness, the woman is a complete control freak. Like the female version of Count Dracula, just without the vampire aspect. At least I think. Come to mention it, I do remember meeting a distant cousin once that had a peculiar set of teeth, but I suppose that was from my father's side.
It irritates my mother greatly that I'm not like the rest of my siblings. A white sheep in a black family, if you will. When it's cold, I wear things like my lime green hoodie while my siblings wear some scary black overcoat that looks like something Sebastian Michaelis would wear.
And don't even get me started on my mother's fashion choices. I can never have friends over (even if I had friends) and I can't take her anywhere.
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Amelia Rain
HorrorHow would you deal if you lived in a house where it was strange to be normal and normal to be strange?