Chapter 5

I always wondered how things could get worse. Mother always thought of new games to make me suffer. This time…it was Clorox and ammonia. She’d shut me in the bathroom for what seemed like days, with that dreadful bucket of poison and the only thing I could do to keep me breathing was to lay next to the vent and cover my entire face with the cleanest dirty rag I could get my hands on. The vent came on every few minutes, but even then my lungs and throat burned like nothing else. One night, I was doing the dishes and I was doing the best I can to meet Mother’s specifications. She came in the room, screaming at me, and she had been holding a knife. I kept thinking to myself, “I am going to die.” As she stepped towards me, still holding that knife, she must have tripped..I felt this sheer sensation, and looked down to see the blood seeping through my clothes before it all faded to black…my mother had stabbed me..