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Meine Mutter

Meine Mutter

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Sie schreit. Schon wieder. Ich glaube, wenn meine Mutter sterben würde, wäre die einzige Erinnerung die bleiben würde, die wie sie mich anschreit. Ich sitze mit meinen acht Jahren auf dem Sofa in unserem Wohnzimmer und kann nicht aufhören zu weinen. Ich rede mir ein, wie dumm es von mir den Fleck auf dem Boden zu übersehen, warum ich nicht gründlicher geputzt habe, während meine Mutter mich anschreit. Wie kann ich es nur wagen ihr so wenig Respekt zu zeigen und sie so wenig lieben? Nichts kann ich. Nicht mal die kleinsten Aufgaben, wie Boden wischen. Ich bin nichts wert. Ich werde nie in meinem Leben etwas auf die Reihe bekommen. Ich sitze da und höre ihr zu, obwohl alles in mir schreit einfach raus zu rennen. Ich will das alles nicht schon wieder hören. Ich spüre langsam wie die unendliche Traurigkeit von Taubheit abgelöst wird. Ich spüre nichts mehr. Keine Trauer, keine Freude - nichts.
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"Actually I do. I'm working", I said with no emotion at all. They didn't deserve it. They don't get to know how I have felt through the years without them, I'm happy here. "Nope, your coming out to dinner away from this dump with your brothers and father", He said whilst looking around in discust. I rolled my eyes at him which he looked pretty shocked at. "Look Stone, Im not that 6 year old you can just boss around and fuck over anymore, I can take care of myself, Ive been doing that for my whole life so far, so why not the rest, so either order something or get the fuck out", I said to him getting faster and faster as I spoke. The boys gasped when I swore at Stone. He, on the other hand, looked furious. Matilda is 16 years old, with 5 older brother, 5 terrifying older brothers in who she hates with a passion. They left her to deal with their father wrath, to live their own lives far away. She now lives alone, in a dangerous and dirty neighbourhood, but she doesn't care, as long as she is far away from those she is suppose to call family. But when they all turn up for Christmas, hoping for happy times and warm hugs, she is instilled with fear and pure anger. Will she accept them, or will they stop trying? She couldn't care less, she was always the forgotten child. #1 - abuse #1 - brothers #2 - family #1 - siblings #1 - forgotten #1 - independent #1 - only daughter #1 - alone #1 - Brother

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