Mention of self-harm and abuse. Read at your own discretion.

Blood. Blood spilling from the fresh cuts on my skin. It was an horrid feeling but at the same time, it was soothing. I felt alive for first time in days.

Since mom had woken up, I felt trapped. Inside a tomb under six feet of earth and cement. I always thought that if she woke up, we would be happy. But I wasn't.

"Roxane! Come downstairs!" Her sweet yet venomous voice called out for me.

I quickly cleaned the blood on my wrists and bandaged them messily before covering my arms completely.

I went downstairs to find mom with her friends. Her falsely perfect friends. They smiled to the world, showed respect and love, but when they were inside their houses they showed they true selves; demons.

"My dear! I wanted to show my friends how beautiful my daughter is~" She hugged me.
"We all know that you wanted to make us feel bad for having worst daughters than you!"
"I even had to deal with a son." One of her friends made a disgusted face as she said that.

"Oh but she isn't perfect! Can't you see how manly dressed she is?! A true lady must wear fine dresses and have a better posture than that." The older of them mocked.

My mother made a disgusted face and looked at me, realising that I was wearing pants and a red shirt. My weight was on one of my legs, while the other was slightly moved to the side.

I was slapped. She grabbed me from the neck of my shirt and carried me all the way towards the basement, not allowing me to get up. She threw me to the stairs, leaving my body to roll, stabbing myself with the stairs, until I reached the actual floor. She locked me down here, again.

Mom was a good woman. But the doctors diagnosed her a personality change since the coma. She was now horrible, my body was full of her cuts and bruises, adding my self-harm to the mix. I was full of future and recent scars. Full of reminders of her cruelty.

In hard times like these, I liked to remember that there are good people in the world, like these two siblings that saved me a few months ago. I had forgotten their names, but their emerald eyes were still perfectly conserved in my memories.

"Useless daughter!" My mother hurt me again. "You must dress and act like a real lady!" And again. "But you are this ugly abomination! You are no family of mine!" 

She threw me to the floor and left. After a few minutes I heard the front door closing, signalling that I was alone in the house.

I just stayed there, too numb to move, and cried until I fell asleep.