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The little girl cried as her mother screamed and took her emotions out on everything that was in her line of sight.
She always hated it when her mother was like this. Everyday she grew paranoid of being in her mother’s presence. She didn’t want to feel that way, but it’s hard not to after seeing her mother become undone like this so many times in her short life.
Her world felt like it was caving in as various appliances and furniture around the room tumbled to the ground, some shattering, a sound which pierced through the little girl’s mind.
“Mama, please…stop…” She sobbed, trying to be brave and possibly reason with her in this state. Although she knew it would not go well, she always tried. She knew her mother was a kind soul deep down. When she’s not like this.
The mother turned to her. The little girl gripped her doll tightly as her mother made her way across the room towards her, visibly frustrated.
A rapid flick too quick for her to blink, poor little girl. A cluttered jumble of mess seethed out of her mother's tongue like the ocean waves, the unfortunate consequence of impulsiveness. Her cheek was no longer soft like all daughters should have... it hurts, hurts, hurts too much.
"PLEASE. JUST. SHUT. UP!! I HATE YOU AND I NEVER LOVED YOU IN MY LIFE!”
The girl sobbed and covered her head in defense as her doll slipped out of her arms and fell to the ground.
“YOU’RE THE REASON WE’RE SHUNNED! YOU’VE MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL!” The mother screamed.
The girl picked up her doll again and curled up into a ball in the corner of the room.
Is it really her fault? Is she the reason they’re like this? Is her mother like this because of her?
The little girl thought to herself and hugged her doll tighter. She didn’t want to believe it but if her mother’s always repeating these same words… could it be the truth?
The mother looked down at the broken shards from the mirror she had smashed earlier into her breakdown.
In there she sees the side of her that she’s always feared most.
A monster. An evil and disgusting monster.
The mother’s tears rolled down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, sobbing into the palm of her hands.
“Hiachi… I’m so sorry.” She sobbed. The little girl kept her distance in her corner of the room.
“You don’t deserve me as your mother. I’m so sorry.” The little girl hesitantly glances at her mother.
Her furious expression from earlier had melted away and it was replaced with the soft expression of guilt and sorrow.
She hesitantly inches closer to her mother and stops at a good distance.
“Mama?” She calls.
“Hiachi… I’m…” She did not finish her sentence as she had choked on her tears. Hiachi did not attempt to get closer. Instead, she ran out the room and shut the door. She laid down on the ground in front of the room and stayed there, sobbing for the rest of the night.