A tall woman in an expensive grey dress entered the room with a grace that would have made a Disney princess jealous.
I refused to look at her face and found great interest in the dirty white sheets that were covering me.
She sighed overdramatically and I rolled my eyes;
She should be the one lying down in this bed instead of me.
She was the one who had lost her brains.
"Mother."
"Melody."
She remembers my name.
Doesn't she have a whole name list of the men she fucks to remember.
Aw, she found a small place for her daughter to be adjusted.
"Melody look at me."
Funny, how two people can speak the same sentence but hid two different emotions behind them.
While yours were filled with love and admiration;
Hers were filled with hatred and irritation.
I looked at her, only to see her beckoning for me to take the medicines.
No soothing words;
No comforting hugs;
Just a sign for me to hurry up.
What a great mother.
I rolled my eyes at the woman.
But I kept the tablet in my mouth.
She gave me a sinister smile and cooed in a disgusting tone;
Which was nowhere near your melodious tone.
"That wasn't that hard or was it? You wasted my time for nothing."
And as she left the room, I spat the tablet out.
She forgot to pick up the bottle of pills from the table.
Maybe it was the second biggest mistake she made.
The first being giving birth to me.
Because if I hadn't entered this life, I wouldn't have endured this pain which felt like death.
