Your Forgotten

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11:59pm,
Tuesday, 30th of May 2017.

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To the woman who birthed me,

I can't stand the sight of that man you married.

Being in the same room with him alone makes my skin crawl and I feel like hitting him with anything nearby.

Being in the same room with him reminds me how much I want to hurt him for hurting you because everything is his fault. It's his fault, he made you, he made us turn out this way.

Being in the same room with him makes images flash in my head.

Images of you telling me to stay in my room and lock the door whenever you hear him knock on the front door.

Images of me crying behind my door because I hear your screams and I have no clue what he does to you.

Images of standing at the door to your room, watching you redo your make up a couple of times 'cause you can't stop the tears from slipping out.

I remember when I'd ask you what he did, you'd tell me how everything's fine while I could see the truth in your scared eyes, swollen cheeks and busted lips.

Being in the same room with him makes me feel hate and rage towards him, but there's also this deep feeling in the pits of my stomach every time.

When I hit Samantha that night, that tiny feeling was there.

It was there but I thought it was fear of being caught.

This morning, in the dining room, he sat from across me. He rushed his food without sparing me a glance, and as I watched him eat that feeling was there.

I watched him open up one bottle of beer and chug it down.

I watched his meaty hands wrap around the beer like it was his prey, I looked down at my own hands doing the same thing to my fork.

I looked up at his facial features and I was taken back because it felt like looking in the mirror.

His eyes finally met mine for a second that felt like a lifetime before he stood up.

I sat there for almost an hour.

My mind reflected on those other smallish girls I'd make fun of on my bad days, just so I'd feel better.

My mind reflected on those girls in the dorms I'd pick on because they were too soft, they let every little thing bother them like it was the end of the world.

I'd gone too far with Samantha didn't I? I lured her out of the dorms and I hit her. Funny I knew I felt your husband's presence there somewhere and I hit her even harder.

Looking at my reflection through the glass of the dining table, I lost my appetite.

He wasn't 'somewhere', was he?

He was inside of me, telling me to hit her a bit more.

What's happening to me ma?

Your Forgotten,
Mola.