I was taken back to that night, the worst of my life. I was sent home from school early and was rushed over to see the worst sight ive ever expirienced, the limp, lifeless corpse of my mother in a hospital bed. I remember the date exactly, the 24th of November 2005. I was six! No six year old should ever have to embrace that feeling of dread, rage and sadness. My dream moved to another time. My Father's and Stepmother's wedding. I was crying all the way through, screaming and kicking as if i were 2 because I didnt want a new mother, I wanted my old one. I didnt want this one that was agressive and horrible to me. Even then, she made sure I knew she would never accept me. She would insult me behind my fathers back, call me fat and ugly. Once I remember I threatened to tell my dad. She said dont go telling tales now dear we wouldnt want to see you in a hospital bed like your mother would we? That scared me a lot after seeing my mother die two years ago, I was already traumatised. I remember I didnt tell my dad anything after that. No I dont want to be having this flashback!! No! I do everything I can to try and wake myself from this slumber! I beg and plead with my useless body to do something right for once until I escape from the flashback and into an even harsher world, one of reality.
