I can't believe this. It's been an hour and they're still trying to convince me my mother didn't attempt to murder me. They should've visited me five years ago when it happened... She stabbed me for god's sake. Who stabs their child? There is no way-

"Are you listening at all?" She questioned clearly annoyed.

"We are trying to help you understand why your mother did what she did and you aren't listening? Not even the slightest bit?" She sighed like it was a bad thing I was upset about her showing up here uncalled for. Claiming to know stuff about me and my past.

"Talk about ungrateful" she mumbled under her breath.

"Ungrateful? Me?" I laughed.

"She tried to murder me and five years later you decide to come to me and tell me she didnt try to kill me but she saved me? Why didn't you come to me five years ago when I was in the hospital half dead after my mother stabbed me multiple times?" I growled,

"I've finally got my life back together and picked myself up. Finally healed up all of my injuries and you... You have the audacity to come here and bring all of those painful memories back up! Why? Please just leave," I said choking back a sob.

The lady got up and handed me a business card, "I will be back in a couple of weeks, but just in case you decide to change your mind and you would like to hear me out contact me... Ok?"

"Fine, whatever, just leave, please" I sighed. I'm so tired. Why can't she just leave me alone? What's up with her card? It doesn't have her name on it. Come to think of it I don't think she ever gave me her name either. What a maddening lady. She's so peculiar... I wonder what's up with her.

I wonder how she knew so much about my past. I never speak about it and on the rare occasion I do I can't recall ever speaking about it in public. Now that I think about it I've never seen that woman in my life... I guess I could have at one point but not any time I remember. And she knew exactly where I was stabbed and pointed at the one farthest from ever being seen. Who is she? Why did she have to bring up my past?

I sat wondering about this strange lady for hours and before I knew it I found myself thinking back to my mom and how amazing life was before then. Before she tried to kill me. That night it was... Horrifying, no bloodcurdling. My own mother attempted to murder me!

I choked back a sob. My head felt like it was gonna burst. I sat there trembling. I didn't want to cry but I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I couldn't help it. I was breaking down again. If that is, something that's already broken beyond repair can break anymore. Before I knew it tears were sliding down my face and I couldn't stop them. The tears leaving salty trails behind them. I curled into a ball sobbing onto my knees promptly soaking them as sobs racked my whole body. I sat there shaking and sobbing for god knows how long before finally coming to my senses. By then it was late into the evening and I was tired as well as having the world's worst headache from crying. It was then I decided to go to bed. I was exhausted though. I felt as if I couldn't move. My arms and legs felt like they were being pulled down by massive weights. I decided to sleep on my couch that night.

It wasn't the best decision to sleep there last night I thought groggily. My whole body is aching like crazy and my head is still pounding. I can't believe how horrible crying and sleeping on a couch can make you feel...