Hate & love

Chapter 9

She locked the door, and went over to a computer in the corner of the room.

"What's your name?" I told her my name (remember I'm going by an alias for I.d safety.)

She typed in my name and got into my file. "Mhm..." she was mumbling.

"Please get me away from my mom." I pleaded with some tears in my eyes. 

"I don't think your mother was being as harsh as thought, how about I call her down and we can all talk together?" She suggested.

"No she'll hurt me. Please don't she doesn't even know I left the hoise, please, she'll just lie to you." I was freaking out.

"Ok, ok. I'll get another officer in here to talk about your mom with."

I nodded, and she went to go get him. I played nervously with my fingers.  Grabbing some hair and twisting it around my index.

He came in and sat in front of me. He asked lots of questions about my health. I showed him my scars from my mom.

They talked over it and said it was self harm I wasn't aware of.

This why I hate people. They think I am completely unaware of everything. I sometimes don't know, but that's never too serious. It is normally like a see cat and I chase after it. But nothings there.

Never has it been me hurting "myself" unaware. They called my mom and I was so scared.

She got here and did that thing when she acted like she cared about me.

"Oh my gosh, i knew I shouldn't have left you, I'm so sorry." She hugged me.

We got into her care and I braced my self for it. She slapped my cheek.

"What is wrong with you? I should just lock your stupid self up." She sped off to our house.

We got there and went inside. I was too scared of what she'd do. She yelled and punched me.

I snapped.

I grabbed her hair, and kneed her stomach.  She fell to the ground and screamed abuse at me.

I went level with her and kicked her face. She clenched her hand around and was crying. I ran to the kitchen and got a knife out.

"Bye mommy." I forced the knife through her stomach.

I knew she'd live. She'd done it enough times to me to know. I walked out of the house and made my way to "Hate's" house.

I ran all the way there and knocked on his door. His dad answered and called him to come down.

He came out and closed the door.

"I stabbed my mom." I smiled so big and started laughing hysterically. He had to calm me down.

I hugged him. "I'm so happy she's in pain"

"Me too." He agreed with me.

We went up to his room. He had a secret knife collection for my mom. He knew how mean she was, just nobody would believe any of us.

I took one of the knives and ran it across my arm. Of course the dull side. The teeth were pointed the opposite way and he put his finger on it.

He pressed hard on it, and took it off. His finger was bleeding and he placed it on his carpet. It stained through and we both laughed.

Our lives were going to be great now that my mom knows what I'm capable of.