chapter 5

i always kept my guard up when mother would come my way. know matter how had i worked mother would never feed me lunch. i had began to clean and do my chores then mother came in with her babbling voice giving me a time lime and it was 20 minutes or i wasnt going to eat. mother grabbed a carving knife from the counter top and said if i don't finish in time then she was going to kill me. she has been sayingn this over a week now. mothers body began to weave back and forth she tryed to regain her balance while she was still screaming at me by then her body looked like a rocking chair. out the corner of my eye i saw a blurred object fly from her hand. a sharp pain erupted from just above my stomach my legs gave out and my world turned black. mother was then on her knees applying a thick wad of gauze to place on my stomach. i then tryed to regain my strength and remember where i was i then lost track of time and when i woke up mother was next to me. i was trying to shove off the pain and make my wasy to my hero then when i got to him he sat on the other end of the coach. I told my dad that mother had stabed me and all he could say was why and go back in to the kitchen before your mother catches u in here talking to me all i could do was look at him and be shocked. i also wonted him to look at me and fill my pain of how desperate i was for his help at that poing i lost all of my respect for my dad. i fell to the grown while putting to dishes up my shit was then saturated with blood i tried to regain my footing as father came in and tryed to help me i brushed him off and then he said to go and shange my shirt while he put the dishes up. mother then came down in the garage and gave me a tall glass of water then she said she would feed me latter when i felt a little better i then felt safe knowing that mother was nearby to watch over me when i woke up the next morning my hand were crusted with dried blood all over them. mother then told me to clean myself up in a cold voice and come back and do your choars . i then cleaned my cut and got all of the discolored stuff off it heart like hell though i didnt need my mother help i also didnt wont to give her the stisfaction of helping me. I then sat back in the spot that mother gave me and sat on my hands and immagened that i was a character in a comic book that overcame great odds and survived