Um... I don't know what this is, or where it came from. But it's a oneshot. Probably. Cuz I'm lazy. ~ᎢᎯᎦᎻ Shall I dedicate this? I'll dedicate it to Angel and Ali, cuz I love them and it's 3am so why not Cruel and Unusual So here I was. Sat alone in a dark corner of an asylum. A mental hospital. A sanctuary for the mentally impaired. Whatever you want to call it. The point is, people had thought I had gone mad. I hadn't, but you should probably know why people thought that. A month ago, just after my 15th birthday, I woke up in my appalling excuse for a home. I went downstairs. Silence. That was a first. Usually, I was too scared to leave my room, tormented by the drug or alcohol induced screamings of my mother. My father had left long ago, and while she abused me, I had to look after her. She used to be nice until dad left. Every time she hits me, every time she shouts at me, the memories of when she cared fade a little more. Every time she reminds me of how useless I am, how I am a worthless child who is a waste of space, it makes me wonder why I am still here. Why I didn't just leave. But she is my mother. She might not like it, but I am her daughter and nothing can change that. She may have lost the unconditional love she used to have for me, but I still have it for her. So I stayed. When she finally passed out, I would put a blanket over her. Make sure she is sleeping on her side, and leave a glass of water and a bucket by her before going to bed myself. But sometimes I would stay a while. Sit and talk to her. Sometimes it almost felt like she was listening. But for once, I was not woken by her. She wasn't downstairs, unconscious on the couch. I managed to scavenge some breakfast, peeling bits of mould from a piece of bread I purchased two weeks ago. To sustain us, I got a job as soon as I could. I was twelve, and I was only delivering newspapers, but I needed that job more than ever. Mum had started doing drugs, and any benefit money we received immediately vanished as my mother fed her addiction. Maybe she had managed to lure some poor drunk soul into her bed. I decided I should go and check. I could be quiet enough not to wake anyone if I tried. I crept back upstairs, tiptoeing to her room. The first thing I noticed was the blood. A pool of blood, still slowly but steadily growing. It soaked into the carpet, staining it with a dark red. The blood covering several items in the room. The blood that got all over my bare feet as I stepped towards the source. The second thing I noticed was the knife, still covered in blood. The sharp steel glinted dully in the low lighting. The third thing I noticed was the note. Five wobbly words, written in pencil on a crumpled scrap of paper. "You don't deserve a mother." The last thing I noticed was the body. Her body. My mother. Dead. The knife was still in her hand, the blood was all over her. Her wrists were slashed open, as was her throat. Even her stomach had a gash in it, blood slowly oozing out, along with what could be some of her intestines. The drugs. Or the alcohol. Maybe both. Something pushed her over the edge. It wasn't my fault. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. What a punishment. Killing yourself, just to make your daughter feel alone. How very, very cruel. Not to mention unusual. I took everything in. The blood, the knife, the note, the corpse. My mother killed herself to punish me. She was dead. Gone. I sank to the floor, and began to sob. I had no more family that I knew of. But in mere minutes, the desperate sobs turned to manic laughter. She was gone! I was free. No more abuse. No hitting, no putting me down. But now I was alone. More sobbing. And that was how I was found an entire day later. Curled up by the body of my mother, crying one moment and cackling the next. So, I found myself here. In the asylum. I started talking to myself. But that's normal, right? I'm not crazy. Just lonely. All I want is someone to talk to. But nobody talks to me, so I talk to myself. I keep myself company. I don't need anybody else! I'm not crazy. I'm completely normal. I don't need to be here. All I need is some company.
@royale Oh yeah she kinda does 0.o TASHY NO YOU'RE MORE FABULOUS AND IT'S ONLY 10:30 OVER HERE SO WHAT NOW
I don't know why I write them, I thought I wrote Fantasy D: My brain makes these things without my permission. Thank you
that was actually really good! better than other stories haha and ahhhh! i got the chills when u read the note! ahhhh
SHHHHHHHHH NO DON'T TELL PEOPLE YOU MANAGED TO GET AN ANSWER FROM ME OR PEOPLE WILL START ASKING QUESTIONS
/).- man I saw FFR after this. I am so dumb. DELETE DELETE DELETE THERE NEEDS TO BE A DELETE POST BUTTON OMG IM GONNA GO DIE IN A HOLE BRB
NO DON'T DIE IN A HOLE THAT HOLE MIGHT BE AN ANIMAL HOME AND YOU WILL STINK UP THEIR HOME WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF A BADGER CAME INTO YOUR HOUSE AND JUST DIED Holy sheep I need sleep ._.
-casually walks into a badger hole- Holy shit how did I even fit in here I'm like 10x the size of a badger Eh Whatever -dies- -badger comes in- -badger starts spraying air freshener-
Stop making me laugh I'm supposed to be sleeping I have to get up tomorrow *covers your body in batter and fries you again*
Hahahhahhahaha sucks to suck I don't have to get up I have to get up in a week -jumps off the frying pan into the fire- OMG SEE WHAT I DID THERE Lol but no I actually just jumped onto the floor