*TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide content
-Julie-
I was stunned as I looked at mom’s picture where she was smiling. In that photo, our family was complete and happy. My older brother and I were younger on that photos and you can see that we do not have any illnesses and we do not have anything to worry.
We are happy.
I shifted my gaze to the photo next to it which was the last photo of me with my dad. That was when we took a walk and went to the sea.
Mom was not there because dad took us there to stay away from her. During those times, my mother already had her illness and she often beat my older brother and me.
I even remember that after we got home after that, I thought we were happy again, that maybe mom hurt us because it just so happened that she was hot-headed but I was wrong.
While we were sleeping, I suddenly woke up and only then did I realize that there was a big wound on my back.