This story is a short story about my abusive mother(who shall not be named), it's not really anything lewd, or drug related, or even other stuff, mostly just expletives. This is a story I wrote to help me get through the misery she put me through and writing stories and poetry is what keeps me happy, even in the darkest of times. This story isn't how it exactly went down but I wrote it when I was living with her, it was a why to channel the misery, hate, fear, anger, paranoia, depression and suicide I was facing and contemplating with and almost took my life after writing it.
It message of this story may not be received the same way I see it but I hope it at least tells you a message that there are a lot of bad people out there who want to hurt you, others, and those you care about, and that you can't always run from a bully or an evil person, you have to stand up strong and firm and fight.