I was defiantly afraid. My mother towered over me with a smile and a knife. One look in her wide eyes and I knew she was not fine.
"Mom? A-are you okay? Do you want some c-cofee?" I ,shakily, asked.
"I want.. I want you dead!" She barked out, knife inching closer to my racing heart.
"That's unfortunate because I don't feel like dying today." I stated.
"Go to hell."
"I'm going to go take a nap" She hissed out.
"Sweet dreams." I chuckled. Feeling proud of my courage, I went up to my shitty room. Our living condition isn't the best, but it's the best you can do when your mom is a runaway. She broke out of the Mental Asylum and sorta kidnapped me. No, don't get it wrong, she is my birth mother and all.
I should tell you the story about my lovely mother. She suffered from depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia since she was eight. She never assaulted a person -before me- and was well-behaved. Until she met my father. He was her Prince Charming and She was Cinderalla... Until he decided to date Aurora, my aunt Clara, instead. This left her heartbroken and furious. So she attempted suicide, while being pregnant with me (hey, I was an unwanted child!). And she lived and was labeled as "crazy".
At school I'm called the demon's daughter and am often bullied for being weird. I self harmed to try to show them words hurts, but they only laughed and began carving "slut", "whore", and "freak" into my arms. Which is weird since I'm a virgin who never even hugged a boy before.
But this is the old me
Let me show you who I am now.
(A/N: Hey! I hope you like this.. I know its not the best story and all.. But I tried. This is my first Movella after all.. Okay Bye)