She dug the point heel of her boot into my side -just between the ribs- harder and harder as each second passed. i knew better than to scream out in pain, but my body went against me, and i let out a small yelp, which earned me a fist full of rings to the face. My mother repeated this action a couple of times, the paused for a moment. i looked up and into her clouded green eyes, terrified when she let out a small smirk. Her heels 'clicked!' quickly against the tile floor before it stopped shortly -the sound of a drawer opening and some rustling around happening- before they started up even quicker back towards me. let out a witch's crackle as she held her weapon of choosing for the day in front of my face, my eyes widening at the sparkling metal. the carving knife easily cut my sides, as she drug it slowly across my sensitive skin. i felt the blood trickle down and pool on the kitchen floor, but not before my mother let out a 'tskt' and gave me a mean glance, like if it was my idea to let my blood spill on the floor i had just cleaned moments ago.
"Clean this mess up instantly! we have guests coming over for a house-warming party, so you have 2 minutes! Also, clean yourself up incase they ask about you, and you better be happy to actually meet them! you have 10 minutes for that, afterwards you instantly go to your room!" She turned and left me in aganizing pain on the floor, left to clean my own blood. i did so with some speed -the wounds slowing down the process- and then dragged myself to the bathroom. i cleaned and dressed my wounds, and washed my hair quickly in the sink with hand soap, before i brushed my teeth and grabbed a few items to sneak to my room -a brush, deotarent, and some medicine, like ibeprophine- and woddle to the basement door just as the doorbell rang. my now even more neatly groomed mother scurried down stairs, glared as me as she pasted, then answered the door just as the second chimm had ended. i heard her sickenly sweet voice -one she only used in public places and for important people in which she wished to impress- greet the mystery guests.
"Welcome! Please, come in! Make yourself at home!" heels clicked and i heard the light 'thud' against the floor, meaning they actually walked into my own personal hell.
"Welcome to hell" i mumbled as i quietly closed my door to their overly polite socialization with the Devil herself, whom im to call 'mother'.
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