Mother.mature
I woke up at 6pm today. I never was any good at finding something to wake up for.
" Dont live if your just living for the sake of living."
Those are the words that my old man had shouted at me, the night I ran away.
I sat up all night thinking of a real reason to live. A reason other than the out of shape lump that dominated my entire figure, disabling my ability to bend wihtout difficulty.
I wished that I could kick myself in the stomach, but unfortunately that was not a right that I possesssed.
After what seemed like eternity, the alcohol worked its magic and I managed to build up the courage to go back home to my father. I knew that he was going to kick the crap out of me, but i was already numb. I didnt hesitate searching for the key hole before I managed to isert the key and heavily force the door open.
I walked boldly into the kitchen where I knew my father would be sitting with his newly polished, walking stick of a weapon.
I walked towards the kitchen table, expecting his red, wrinkled forehead to crease..ready for action.
Ready to be tied to the only chair in the kitchen that still had its legs, I waited.
" Dont live if your just living for the sake of living"
You know the funniest thing... before that moment, I had spent 21 years trying to work out why he hadnt killed the life inside of me. After all of limbs that he had managed to kill..why not kill the life inside of me?
...........................I know now that he did. ...........................................
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