Painted Black and White
Prologue
I watched as she walked to the door. I was feeling dread build up inside me. Even though I was a child at the time, I noticed something was wrong with my mother. She has always been distant and cold towards me ever since father died. She came home late and always acted strangely. I had no idea then what level her mental state was in.
"Mother, where are you going?" I asked her in a timid voice. She was about to open her door when she came to an abrupt stop. She slowly turned towards me. I stumbled backwards. There was a hard and cruel glint in her eyes. I've never seen her like that before. She's never really looked at me before even when father was around. I was scared. Her body was facing me now and I felt a malicious aura surround her.
"Who are you calling mother?" she snapped at me. I whimpered and before I knew it she threw something at me. I fell down due to the impact of the hard object. When I opened my eyes I saw her chest heaving. Her eyes were what scared me the most. They were black and I saw a look of crazed hatred in them. I felt something warm running down my face. I slowly brought my hands up to my face and when I pulled back I screamed in horror. It was crimson, warm, and it made me nauseous. It was my blood. I looked down to the object that hit me. It was shattered to a million pieces. It was a blue vase that was near the door on a little table.
"M-mothe-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER!" I was in shock. She never yelled at me before. "You- you it's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault! If only you were never born I could have had him all to myself and no one would have gotten between us!" she was screeching her head off and who was he. I was terrified of this person and then realization dawned on me. She was talking about father. I remembered how father would always look at me and say "I only need you." I remembered my mother's face when he said that. I saw a crazed look in her eyes. She was obsessed with father and I was nothing but her rival the moment I was conceived. My honey eyes were wide with shock. I had to get away from here, from her. My legs were shaking as I tried to get up but a wave of dizziness hit me. I was on the floor throwing up all I had in my stomach. I heard her cackling in the background. I had lost too much blood and there was a ringing in my ears.
"If only you were never born…" I heard her trail off. I looked up and saw something sharp in her hands. It was a razor that was meant to kill me. At that moment I darted up from the floor with all the strength I had left and made a mad dash to the door. I was too fast for her to stop. I yanked the door open. I was raining. I kept running down the street never looking back because she was after me. I rounded a corner and hid behind trash cans. I was shaking from the cold and from fear. I heard the pounding of feet come to a halt. My breathing stopped where as her breathing was heavy. She started to run again back to where she came from. I listened until I couldn't hear the pounding of her feet anymore. I came out of hiding and I began to sob my little heart out. My vision became blurry. What a great 6th birthday. This was just the beginning of survival and I was too young to realize it at the time but my world became painted with black and white.