Candy Apples

I woke up to blinding sunlight that day with my mother crying beside me.

"I don't wanna lose you."

I stared at her thoughtfully. I definitely can't tell her that a man 40 years my senior has been fucking me, so I told her the most honest lie I had at the moment.

"I've gotten used to not eating." She gasps when I say it, and her hazel eyes sparkle in the sun. I wish I was pretty as her.

She's still staring at me, and the pit of my stomach stirs with fear. She's on me in a second; sobbing into the crook of my neck.

And just like that, I was in the crazy asylum, signing papers, handing over my belongings. My mother was teary eyed, and she kissed me on my cheeks. I stare at the dirty walls with the bars on the window, and the huge mickey mouse sticker smiling brightly at me seems to be the best fucking joke I've experienced in a while.

When she's done talking to the doctor, I narrow my eyes at her. We stand there for a while, staring at each other like lesbian lovers."I love you," she says, a bit of snot running down her nose.

Who the fuck cares?

I'm silent. I soon nod my head, and walk away.