My Mother Killed Me to Keep Her House Clean
Language: en
My blood stained the freshly mopped floor again. My mother's scream came before my whimper. "Lily! How many times have I told you? Don't scratch! Don't let those disgusting fluids get everywhere!" She pointed the Lysol spray at me, treating me like I was some biohazard. I curled up on the floor in pain, sobbing softly. "Mom, it itches... I can't help it..." "If you can't help it, get the hell out!" To keep her from getting mad, I hid all the creams the doctor prescribed. Those greasy ointments would stain the sheets, and that would drive her crazy. Today was my seventh…