#like my father getting stabbed by my mothers meth pipe

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[ecotone99]

[TH] Mother's Day

Its mothers day yet He awoke to screams, like the death call of a banshee. It was only then that He realized that the screams He heard, were his mothers. With wild abandon He rushed downstairs to see his mother lying on the floor, being pulverized by his father. Whilst beating her into a bloody pulp, he called her every name in the book, and even some names that weren't. Yet she lived her life with him, terrified that the man she loved was no longer there, and she knew that if she wanted to be safe she'd always have to be looking over her shoulder.

From what he knew about his father, which wasn’t much to begin with, was that he had been to war, his Mother was a Schizophrenic and that his Father who said that he would always be there for him, never showed up. This trauma his father endured, practically molded him into the man he was today. He suffered day and night dealing with the trauma the best way he could. Drugs. Every morning he awoke and instead of rolling over a kissing the woman whom he said has claimed his love for eternity, he grabbed a pipe and some crystal meth. "Ice" as he referred to it, ruled his life. Every waking moment he dedicated his life to chasing his first high. He chased and chased and chased, and then chased some more only to be farther and farther away from his goal. His first euphoric high, the very first trip to cloud nine. As rays of pure light from the sun hit the crystal rays of color shone through it, bedazzling his attention span. He found feigned solace in this escape that ruined his life and the lives of his loved ones. The funny thing is, is that completely oblivious to me, HE is me, except younger . Terrified not knowing whats happening or even why its happening. I'm staring at myself, my bawling, scrawny, big head little body, the " you know which way he's walking by the way his head is leaning" self and I think " man what a poor looking kid " I suddenly realize that I'm staring at myself I think " Oh fuck that’s me" I remember that day like no other------ Mothers Day '99 11:30am ------- it was cloudy outside which told me it was gonna rain----- I watched my mom walk into the living room with breakfast for my dad " Wake up babe" she says, as she gently nudges him awake " Good morning my love, I made you breakfast"…………….. In that instance my mother is flung across the room " Why the fuck are you waking me up WHORE!!!" my dad bellows. My younger self sits on the brown unkempt couch with stains from god knows where, completely unphased because I've seen all this shit before but the me I know today is yelling at the younger me " Do something!!!! ". BAM the lights go out, my lights. I awake in darkened wall-less room where the only source of light is from one overhead lamp that looks like its from a 1930's noir film I don’t know where I am or how I got here but I find an uneasy comfort in the light and as I get closer I find a chair, one of those old rickety chairs that your grandma who lived in the south would sit on. I sit for what seems like hours until I'm startled by a scrapping noise. HE makes HIS way into the light with the same chair I'm sitting on and intently stares into my eyes tearing open the vessel which contains my soul. I'm Genuinely scared at this point all HE needed was to look at me and I was more vulnerable than I ever would've been even if I was naked. HE pulls a knife out from behind HIM, as I start to panic I think "is this the end for me " then I hear footsteps I know that sound it’s the same exact sound that high heels make when hitting the floor. A silhouette appears the light illuminates her body but she is tall enough to where her head is still obscure. I scream out for help but she doesn’t respond. She lowers herself to kiss HIM, she's wearing Blood Red lipstick. Shock and awe wash over me ITS MY WIFE. She notices my disbelief and confusion and says "what you thought I loved you HA you're even more of a fool than I thought". HE then gets up and just when I think this is the end for me he puts the knife up to his neck and with a shit eating grin HE slowly slices across HIS neck but no wounds appear--- I keel over in pain and dizziness to the realization that the wounds appear on me blood spewing out like an explosive volcano. HE stabs HIMSELF a few more times and more suffering is inflicted upon me. He bends over and whispers in my ear as the last breath leaves my lungs "You cannot survive in this world as you are, you must adapt, thrive, conquer, carpe diem man seize the day" THEY walk away as I slowly slip into the timeless abyss they call death in a pool of my own blood, red as her lipstick. In my last seconds alive I've come to accept my fate and I close my eyes awaiting my destination.

The alarm clock blares as I jolt up and out of bed, scared out of my mind but quickly relived it was all a dream. Its 10am on mothers day 1999.

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