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I tear towards Earth on an endless chute, terrified and bawling. Hope has launched me on my way but at some point on the frantic journey I slow to a snail’s pace, deaf to my own screams, and sluggish, black evil burns through my soul. I am all hatred. I shoot off again and moments later slide to a halt in bright, cold light. Loud voices proclaim,
“It’s a boy! A perfect baby boy!” Hands grab me, scrub my tender skin, wrap me in something scratchy and shove me into the arms of my mother. I hate her and I scream, again and again.
A lifetime of loathing is behind me. I stare at my mother’s body on the kitchen tiles, in this place we are forced to call ‘home’. The knife handle is smooth against my palm and a pool of blood spreads viciously, viscously across the chilly floor.
Clutching the knife I force my throbbing legs up the stairs and as I climb, strip off blood stained clothes, leaving them lying on the treads like chapters of a story. Still gripping the knife I walk naked into the bedroom and stand before the full length mirror. For the first time in my life I dare to look at my body.
Disgusting. Small and ugly, red marks scuttle across my chest, thighs and arms. Cigarette burns map a life with my mother.
I hold the knife blade against my throat and slice…
…I am tearing towards Earth on an endless chute, terrified, and bawling.
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