Flashback:
Dad, where is he?
"He's at the war. Remember?"
Yes...kinda...
"Be sure of yourself."
"GET IN HERE, NOW!" My mom slurs her yelp to me.
"What's the matter, mama?" My voice is rough.
"What did you do?" She pointed at the broken dish.
"I did nothing mama. It was one of the bad kids." She got an angry look on her face.
She raised her hand and smacked me across cheek. I flew to the floor smacking my head.
The tears escaped before I deciphered what happened.
"Mommy, they did." I choked.
"Stop with your lying." She grunted at me.
The anger was all that showed, she probably was about to have steam come from her ears.
"I'm not. I swear it." I sob louder.
"Just go to your room before I choke the life out of you sorry excuse of a human." She blurted.
I ran as fast as I could. I almost tripped on the steps. I slammed the door.
"I wasn't lying, mama. Mama I'm a good child...I'm sorry I was born...I'm sorry your pills failed...it was too late." I babbled through my gasps for air.
Mom's mean to me. I don't even know what I did. I never did anything.
Kill her
"Huh?" I hiccuped.
Kill her, choke her.
"No, that's what the bad kids do. You're a bad kid."
I'm a normal kid. Mom's a bad kid.
"Well I'm a good child. They don't choke their mothers."
If their mom was mean, they would.
"No, no, you're lying. You're a bad kid."
It won't hurt her, just let her sleep.
"No it kills her. Please, don't make me do it."
I will, kill her.
"I can't. I won't."
My mom swung the door open. She rushed to me.
She held a shard of the broken plate.
"It's your fault. You stupid mistake." She yelled."your dad, yeah. He got shot today. He's dead. IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
"Daddys dead, mama?" I choked on my tears.
"You don't listen, do you? You need to punished for that."
"No mama, daddy is alive."
She took the shard and dug it into my arm.
I flinched at its sharpness and pulled away, but mom grabbed me and brought me towards her.
She dug it deeper. I cried and screamed. But she wouldn't stop.
Kill her!
I shook my head.
"Stop mommy, please don't."
"SHUT your mouth or I'll shove a pipe down it." She loosened her grip.
I took this to my advantage and i did. I wrapped my hands to her neck. I tried squeezing but I wasn't strong enough.
She shook me off getting breath. I knew right then I needed to run away.
She reached for me but I kicked her hand from me. I ran out of my room as fast as humanly possible.
She got downstairs to, but instead of hurting me she just got on the phone. I didn't understand half the words she said, but I knew it was bad.

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