“What the hell are you doing with that knife in your hand Crimson?” what does it look li-oh I see “Um.. Well I can explain..Se-”I started. “I know what’s going on, I have eyes you know.. .. start explaining!” She said from behind her coke-bottle glasses. I recontinued, ” See I wa-”
“How can you do this to me?”
“I-”
“I mean what have I done wrong in raising you?”
“But I-”
“Why would you do this to yourself, cutting away the pain is not the answer!”
“Mo-”
“Don’t you backtalk to me!”
I stayed silent for a moment.So did she,maybe it was PMS ?
ya that’s it Crimson My throat got tied in a knot as I realized I was still holding the knife in my hand, it could’ve liked like what it seemed like. My eyes were blank and my mouth pursed shut.I couldn’t move, my mom eyes were glazed on me, just like when she saw that 30 pound cake at the fair. I gained 30 pounds just looking at the thing. My mom closed her eyes shut and started mouthing numbers. This was from her therapy session. She started counting back…