Twisted Obession

time my head hit the coffee table an

l make me happy?" She as

held my head

er you get thrown into the gutters back to the trash you were..." S

asked softly with confu

back from work and things aren't perfect the way I want. I'll have your head on the table this time around." She walk

lood came streaming down into my favourite pyjama

I crawled away from the glass and

wanted to pinch at my nostril till I bleed. I wante

lips but removed them

pered there was

dy and it widened in sh

ess with so much bl

vase stuck into it, my pyjama top was sticky with dri

athroom and get into the tub. There is a long-length mirror in my ba

d blood smeared on it. My arms had some broken pieces so I held

ized and with determination went

rubber ready to give way. It's one of the reasons I avoid getti

oom. I tried to avoid looking at the broken vase that was shattered on the floor. The sight

d before Mrs. Marshall eve

reath. It came as a relief that the broken pieces didn't get deep into m

You're a strong girl H

ce. I had to motivate myself. T

work. It was my fault I shouldn't have said more than I should. I s

sue to pick out the glasses. I cleaned it with a ball of cotton

lean off the blood on my arm. My fingers began to unb

I'm too lazy to wash but because I wanted to put all

to move ahead with the pre

ower gel and poured it over my skin. I applied my hair shamp

It s

was neatly folded at the towel stand as I wrapped it over my body

as it was soothing to calm m

ned out of my room when I'm fully dressed. The si

e jeans and paired it with a black long sleeve shirt. I combed my hair and styled it in

he perfect

so I slipped it on my foot and hurried