Flashback I can still remember that day It was my seventh birthday and my mother was wasting away in the walls of my home. She was only young and wasn't supposed to die this soon. I didn't even know what was wrong with her. He told me it was cancer but I didn't fully believe it as it all just happened so suddenly. My step father insisted on not putting her in a hospital so he could take 'better care' of her.
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I can still remember that morning. The way she looked when I innocently walked in there. There was nothing. The monitor connected to her heart wasn't moving and I thought it was all just a sick joke from the universe. Mother? Tears filled my eyes as I watched her lifeless body in front of me I begin to cry. So loud. I didn't know what to do. Why me?
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I can still remember that moment. When I look up with a crying face at my step father. She's dead. I cry out as if pleading for her to return. She's gone. I needed comfort. In this moment above all. But instead do you know what he did? He smacked me in the face About fucking time he says menacingly Those drugs should have been fucking quicker.
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I can still remember the feelings. The feeling of betrayal The feeling of loss The feeling of anger I couldn't believe my ears.
It was then my whole life changed. I never saw her again. I don't know what they did with her body. Probably something disgusting. I wanted him dead. I still do. She trusted him and look what he did. I never knew how evil people could be.
That was until I saw him smiling over her dead body.
