My mom is mad.
Really mad.
She won’t take the pill.
She hits me.
She strangles me.
She yanks me by the arm.
It hurts.
I don’t say anything.
Not even when something red falls from my head.
I don’t talk.
I don’t smile.
All I do is think.
I think about him.
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