INSOMNIA

One Thursday, her Father left to get the car serviced leaving her alone with her mom. Creeping up to her mother's bedside and cuddling under the blanket right beside her, she whispered; 'Momma, I got an F in English last week, did you see it on my report sheet?'
Waving off her question, her mother said, 'Look, we'll discuss this thing another day dear.'
'Dear'. That was what her mother always called her. Stepping up her plan, she decided to ask;
'Momma, what did you name me?'
Startled, her mother cleared her throat and sat up slowly, pushing her hair behind her ear. She was quiet.
'Did you even name me, momma?' she asked trembling where she sat.
'Oh dear, I did, it's just that it was so long ago, I can hardly remember. Lilah ran out raining curses on her mother who followed her wherever she went. She went down the marble steps to the kitchen, snatching a huge butcher knife from where knives were kept. Slowly approaching, her mother begged her to drop the knife. But she said;
'Momma, I'm an artist too, did you know that last week?'
'Last week-?' her mother stuttered.
With heavy eyes, her mother replied; 'it doesn't matter because I know now. I know that my daughter is an awesome artist, I know that now.'
Nodding vehemently, Lilah wheezed, 'I cannot even begin to savor all your lies. Have you ever seen any art work done by me?'
'No, but I will, I promise.' her mother said staring shakily at the knife as it drew closer. She smiled with fear, shaking as every step her daughter took drew her enraged little body towards her. With a soft smile, Lilah whispered;
'Then mom, this is my art.'
Her mother's red hair swept the floor first before her thin, pale body hit it.
From then on, it was only too silent; nothing more.