I know you have a lot of questions and thoughts so let me answer as much as I can right now.

Our house. You're probably thinking worn down in a mostly abandoned neighborhood. Floors falling apart, paint chipped, rat poop and just above all dirty and nasty with a putrid smell of decay. Well no that's not right at all. Mother keeps everything spick and span.

She cleans and cleans until the house is sparkling and the neighborhood is wonderful and bright, as what I see through glimpses out the window. The only place that's like what I described before is that room.

Where did the room come from you ask? Well my father had it built like a project for my mother. So she could have her own private medical place for any family emergency. After my father was killed, the place decayed and she welcomed me to it.

Now you're probably wondering about my father, well that's gonna

come later.

I stared into the crystal clear mirror, observing my half naked body. My ribs were obvious, every bone obvious, my cheeks sunken and my arms more of twings. I was built like cardboard with not a single thing to go about. I was the pure definition of a walking skeleton.

And my eyes. They were sunken back and dark bags underneath. A cloth was tied diagonal across my hollowed out eye.

I'm sure your wondering what does my mother need with a medical room and how am I not dead. My mother is a well paid and a very experienced doctor. She knows how to starve me without dying, how to remove things in such a painful way but treat them afterwards so I don't bleed to death. Yes she is very experienced, so well it's a crime.

Mother.

Let's go back a bit, to when I mentioned a sibling. My baby sister, she was only six months, and Mother adored her. The plushy, fair, baby-soft skin. The little fingers that curled around your one.

I loved her too. I wanted to be the best older sibling and protect her forever. I always held her, fed her, cared for her. She was the best thing that happened to me. Her big brown eyes always staring into mine. But I couldn't. I couldn't do it.

Because of Mother.

I remember the blood on my hands and the tears rolling down my cheek. I started shaking and I saw the yall shadow in the door way. It creeping over me, towering in the dim light. I knew who it was. I looked in the corner of my vision and saw her exspresionless face. The blood on her cheeks and mouth, on her hands, fresh.

I screamed at her. "Mother how could you!"

I looked at my baby sister's unmoving face. She had gashes on her face, deep flowing ones that stretched down to her sliced open neck. I grabbed her bow and put it my pocket to tremeber her by. She would never  grow up, never know what life is. Never be able to love again.

Mother was the cause.

Before I could react she came at me with the knife, cutting through the air and slicing my arm, I screamed in pain and pleaded not to kill me, to spare me. I covered the gash with my hand but it stung and kept bleeding. My breathing was fast and the tears poured down more.

She grabbed me by my hair, dragging me to that place for the very first time with the knife pressed to my throat. Would she do to me what happened to my sister....i trembled in fear.  We went down the stairs, to the well lit hall and to the room where she threw me in and shit the door.

Her eyes were cold, ruthless.

"Mother please, I love you," I said.

I should have knew she wouldn't have cared.

She grabbed my arm, and whispered the last thing I'd ever hear again. "I hope you rot in hell you pathetic child." And she broke my elbow.

The shriek that came out of me was inhuman. An elbow breaking is one of the most painful thing to be broken. She twisted my arm so hard afterwards that the bone punctured out my skin. The skin was bruised and busted open with the white bone in shards. The muscles torn and the blood. The blood. So much blood gushing and all I could do was scream.  It was disfigured beyond words.

She walked away from me and left me in unimaginable pain. I wanted it to go away to be a dream. But I knew it wasn't and as she walked to the door to leave me in my pain I saw for the first time ever that horrific smile. That smile that haunts nightmares, and she cut off the light. And locked me inside as I herd her footsteps fade behind the door.