“God, I hate my parents.”
Oh great, there she goes again.
“All they do is nag, nag, nag. Why don’t you visit us more? Have you been studying? Did you go to your doctor this week?”
I sighed and sipped my iced tea. It was going to be one of those days again.
“They think that just because I have ADHD and depression, I’m still a fucking kid! They think I’m like 5 years old or something!”
My brow furrowed.
“I’m fucking 20 years old and don’t need them breathing down my back! I’m an adult! Just kill me now.”
And with that, I got up from my chair and slapped her hard across the face.
“You tell me you’re an adult, but you spend all your time complaining to people about your struggles with depression.”
She was shaking her head, crying, as I raised my hand at her and slapped her even harder.
“Everyone tells you how to help you out, but you never listen.”
I got up and picked up my chair. She looked at me, terrified.
“You tell me that no doctor is helpful to you, that they never ever listen to you.”
I crashed it on her head, satisfied by the sound of cracking bone and hearing her screams.
“I am so done with YOU not listening to anyone ever.”
Flecks of blood fell on my face, my body, the floor.
“You want to fucking die? There you go, you bitch.”
I cackled to myself as I brought the chair down on her over and over and over again…
“Hey, are you listening to me?”
I was awoken from my daze as I saw her snap at me.
“Hello, this is important!”
I shook my head.
“For a minute there, I thought you weren’t listening. I really need someone to hear me out here.”
Smirking, I sipped my iced tea and asked her to go on.
Image source: deviantart.com/snailpaste/art/Refreshment-579504954
First written March 1, 2018.