the scissors

i was young, probably 5 or 6. I was standing next to the dining room table. My mom was standing next to me. There was a scissors on the table. i remember i was looking down and them and her hand came across them. then she said to me that i better run because the voices were telling her to kill me.

i felt very sick and ran really fast up the stairs to my room and locked the door. I don't think i came out again til my dad came home.

i didn't hang around her much after that. i mostly just played alone.