"Na-gi-sa~chan~"
I hear my mother annunciate every syllable in my name. If I were to tell you what was happening, you wouldn't believe me.
My own mother was trying to kill me.
Right now I am hiding in my bedroom closet. It won't be long until she finds me. I search my pockets franticly hoping to find my phone so I can call the police. When I realized that I had left it on the coffee table, I knew that I was screwed.
I shifted to get in a more comfortable position. All I have to do now is wait for my mother to unlock my door, find me, and kill me. I felt hot tears stream down my face. I didn't know what I was crying for.
It is my fault that I wasn't born a girl after all. I think to myself.
I look down at the scars on my wrist.
This is what I deserve
I wipe away my tears and hear my doorknob rattle.
This is it.
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One second
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Two seconds
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Three seconds
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The closet that I was hiding in opens and I see my mother standing before me.
Next thing I knew, everything went black.