She leaves frustrated that her child is a failure. All she ever wanted was a little girl who was perfect. She had dreamed of it all her life. Her daughter would be beautiful in every way. They would be best friends. The perfect mother and daughter couple. She wished upon the wrong star and was cursed with this thing. This ugly fat worthless person she was forced to call a daughter. What a cruel hand fate had dealt her. “ I hate you. You’re my biggest mistake. I hate you†she whispers to herself as she settles in the arms of the intruder.
Alone again she lets herself cry. The long awaited tears of her wounds. The pain she was forced to keep in because in the land of make believe no one cries. These tears plentiful enough to dissipate the longest drought, strong enough to quench Satan’s flames, deadly enough to drown away all emotion. “ I hate you. Your stupid. No one will ever love you. You should die. What’s wrong with you. Die you stupid fat cow. Freak your such a freak!†say all the voices. Trying to fight away all these angry words she rips out chunks of her hair. She deserves the pain. This is her pain, her punishment, her life. The voices don’t dare cease they repeat and intensify with every passing second. In the corner of her eye she sees her savior. A brand new razor blade, shiny, cold, deadly. Her savior. Unknowingly she picks it up and holds it in her hand. What a familiar feeling. Her hands are trained, it’s become second nature.
