Snippet #2373418

Great, just great... I'm starting to feel drowsy. Thanks, mom! Ugh. The world is starting to spin so much that I fall on the floor and bruise my leg. The world stops spinning and turns black.


Mother, the woman who i owe my life and my addiction to. She started an empire of drug addicts with powers that harm themselves more than anything else. She stands in front of me and holds out her thin, pale hand. I quickly hand her a small bottle of honeysuckle nectar. She smiles her wicked smile. That is my mother, the crazy woman. She drinks the bottle in record time.
"Get more, it's the only thing you're good for. I would trade you for a honeysuckle any day!" She says to me sounding high as usual. I nod and pick some more from the backyard. I resist drinking nectar, that's what my mother wants. She wants me to be insane, wicked like her. I open the door and enter my large castle. Mother is laying on the floor. Some servants lift her and take her to her room. This is a normal day of my life.
I stare at the white honeysuckle in front of me. I look at my hand, it is shaking. My head is throbbing. No! I take the honeysuckle and drink a few drops of nectar. I feel normal again... As normal as possible. I hear a loud boom come from the castle. A bombing! The other nations must've bombed the castle for honeysuckle nectar. The servants come down to see me.
"Miss, your mother e-exploded! What happened?!" a servant asks.
"She has passed on. There is nothing we can do." I simply say. I go out to pick more honeysuckle. The wicked woman must've been so mad about me, I'm too normal, too useless, too stupid, too everything. The world turns to black again. I get up off the floor. Great, another flashback.