Out of all the people that could hate me, it had to be my very own mother. New cuts and bruises all around my body caused by the daily abuse that would soon break me down whole.
"All you are is a fat pig, Amaya!" Mom was yelling at me for eating the only piece of bread I was able to find. I haven't eaten a full meal in nearly a year. Our fridge was filled with beer and a single carton of milk. Mom eats outside nearly everyday, but couldn't care less about me. I was her pebble in an ocean, always forgotten.
The house was miserable. Old, broken furniture that smelt of cigarettes, with not a single bed for me to sleep on. The dusty, dirty floor was where my dreams full of nightmares filled me. I was only allowed to leave the house once a month, and I always choose to go to the beach, where all the terror escapes me.
The delicate, soft sand underneath my feet with the usual ticklish sensations formed a smile on my face. The sky was absolutely stunning. Different shades of blue blending together on a canvas. Gentle waves, and a cool breeze against my caramel, brown hair created the perfect summer day.
My long-sleeved shirt, and thick, grey pants caused me to sweat underneath the blazing sun. Ignoring the heat was simple when I gazed at the view. As the time flew past by, I had to leave my only source of happiness for another month.
Home? It definitely doesn't feel like that in my heart. Walking inside with no trace of Mom anywhere, I ran to the fridge, and took a sip of milk, quenching my thirst.
Weeks passed by, and I haven't seen Mom yet. Isn't that normal? As much as she hurts me, there's still a place in my heart that loves her. It's been exactly a month since I went to the sea, so I put on my dusty, small shoes on and ran towards my paradise.
I felt my chest aching. Something was definitely wrong. I began walking closer, my feet trembling with every step towards the calm waves. It's her, no doubt about it. Curiosity and fear took over my entire body, unsure of whether I was supposed to run or keep going. Her eyes. Sad, dull eyes that looked as if they were in desperate need of something. Being as close as i could get, Mom gave my hand a tight squeeze, and pulled away.
Looking down, I noticed all the blood oozing out of her body. I tried pulling her out, but she pushed me away, screaming. Tears streamed down my face. The sea turned from blue to bits of red creating chaos from everyone calling for help. I looked into her eyes, and all I was able to see was a look of revenge.
"Isn't it wonderful, favorite place with your favorite person?"
