It was 5 am and my mom was in labor with my brother. I don't remember much except that was the day the twitching started. I was only 7 and no one thought anything of it. My mom just ignored it like everything else in the world. She would sleep in and do drugs all day while I took care of myself. She was an only mother and we lived in a small apartment. I don't remember much of my past except a few details like my brother calling me mom, my mom bribing me, and the bullies. My mother didn't care about me and didn't even know when I wasn't home. And when I was at school everyone would yell at me.
"Fat"
"Ugly"
"Useless"
The words would stay ringing in my ears. This went on for years I am 13 now and those words have caused me to become anorexic.
**time skip**
It was the 22 of July the day before my birthday. The twitching was getting worse and so was the bulling. I was in my room and I heard my mother screaming at my brother telling him he was useless. He didn't need to hear that he was only 7 I hated my mom so much how dare she ever say that to him. I snuck out of the apartment and grabbed the hatchet in the hallway. It was new and had a teal handle. I quickly snuck into my moms room while she was yelling at my brother.
"SWEET DREAMS" My mom quickly turned around as I cut her chest open she instantly fell to the ground in pain. I bent down and grabbed her heart while it was beating.
"Why" my mom said taking her last breath.
I ran out of the house and into the forest but before I did I told my brother never to forget I love him.
