Cuttying My Way
I looked at my mom, hoping for some
sympathy. She stared at me blankly. "Ok, he seems to be
fine, you may take your son home now." The doctor told my
mother. My mom grabbed her purse, and scurried out the door. I
quickly hopped off the bed and followed her because I knew that
if she waited in the car too long for me, she would leave me. I
broke out into almost a spring when I saw my mom get into her
car, slam the car door and start the car. She pulled out of the
parking space she was in. And pulled up to where I
was. Oh, thank you, God, i told myself.
I quickly hopped in the car and slammed the door shut.
"What the hell were you thinking!"
"What!?" I said confused.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, cutting
"I, I.." I stammered.
"I was angry you were being mean to me, so I cut
myself" I lied.
The ride was silent for the rest of the ride home.
My mom hopped out of the car, and opened the front door, taking
time to hold the door for me. I was surprised, what had
gotten into my mother? Why was she being so nice, I
I didn't question it any further, I just enjoyed it
because I knew it wouldn't last long.
"Would you like anything to eat?"
"I'll make a sandwitch" I said. I got out
the bread and ham and cheese from the fridge. I put
everything I wanted on, and got out a knife to cut the
sandwitch in half.
"Here, I'll cut it for you." My mom said, taking
the blade from my hand.