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