Chapter 3: October 6, 2020

(a separate one for elementary) this one is what hurt me the most in my life, although I am still the one to blame. it's about my mother... it's hard to write about personal things that will be open to the world but I dont think it really matters anymore what I say. so its gonna start with a phone ringing and my mother answering the phone, (keep in mind this all happened to me while I was still a child). my mom was in the bathroom upstairs and I dont remember what was so important that I had to tell my mother but it was important nevertheless for me to interrupt my mother... although I completely forgot what it was. so I decided to walk up the stairs to tell my mother, 14 steps upwards. a bathroom in my sight I opened the door and saw my mother getting ready for something, I dont know what she what or where she was going, all I know is that she was on the phone talking to someone while I was there in the bathroom watching her put make up on at the same time. but I guess I was bothering her or something, because she did very vividly tell me to go away. after a while of nagging at her by repeatedly saying, "mom." I guess she hit her limit because she just yelled at me to go away, although a bit surprised I didnt really go anywhere. I just stood there, shocked I guess because I never seen my mother really that mad. I guess she also had something important going on with the other person on the phone. but well you know how kids are, they are stubborn, so I didn't stop calling out to her. I think I was considered a nuisance or very annoying. at this point I guess my mother was really mad at me or something because she back hand slapped me in the face. I started to bleed, a lot. she hit me really hard, I started crying a lot as you can imagine. it wasnt a very good experience for a kid to go through. I started crying right as I wrote that, I guess you can say I've been keeping it inside ever since that day because it still hurts. I feel like I can still feel her hand making contact.