Mummy Hatred

5 years later after the first chapter was published, I decided to write a part 2 for this story. Reading the first chapter made me realise how naive I was when I was sixteen. I'm 21 this year and this is my new perspective.

Over these 5 years, things hasn't been going so well for my mum and I. We weren't getting along and argued for most parts. I have absolutely no idea why we do not have any chemistry at all between us. There's just something, probably satan, that's fuelling the rage.

My mum was diagnosed with liver failure in 2014. Her liver can no longer metabolise medicines well and she was desperate for a liver transplant.

Obviously she ain't getting mine. I am entitled to my own liver and not even a piece of it is going to anyone, especially her.

Game over. I died. On the way home from the hospital after receiving her diagnosis, I got ran over by a huge sewage truck. The truck was speeding at almost 100 km/h and one hit I was sent flying. Of course, my dumb mum didn't throw herself to the road to stop the vehicle and took her life instead. It had to be me. Technically, I'd blame her for my death. I will not rest in piece till I avenge my death.

Luckily she got a nice coffin that was made of a sweet mahogany wood. And that's not the best part. The coffin has free high speed wifi! And you wonder how I could type this story when I'm dead.

I'll let you know about how I was buried in the next chapter.