Today was the day the “accident” happened. I was sitting at the top of the basement stairs listening to “the family” have a nice dinner. After dinner was over mother called me up to clear the table. She then yelled for me to come into the kitchen to do the dishes.
“You have 20 minutes! One minute, one second more, and you go hungry again do you understand!?”
As she yelled at me I started losing interest and things became blurry. Mother picked up a knife and told me that if I didn’t do what she was telling me to do she was going to kill me. This didn’t faze me because she had made this threat three other times this week. Then I saw something fly out of her hand. Then a sharp, searing pain ripped through my stomach. Mother had stabbed me. As soon as I figured this out I blacked out. When I woke up I was laying on the bathroom floor in a puddle of blood. Mother was cleaning and dressing my wound. When mother was done I sat up and blacked out. All I could think was I'm going to die.
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