Ramblings Of A Demon Mind Part 5

Dearest Mother,
Can I just ask you one thing? If I slit my wrists right now, what would be the first thing that comes to your mind? And I mean the very first thing, even if it's only for a split second. I bet I could tell you. "Oh my God! Howe can she do this to me when the insepction's on Wednesday?!" Or maybe "How am I meant to clean all this up? I just wish someone would stop and think about me!" Or even "What's she got to be depressed about? I should be the one down there, but would I do that? Nooo." And what about if I survived? What would you say when I woke up? "I love you Claire, don't ever do that to me again!" Or "I'm so sorry, darling! I'm glad you're awake! You had me scared!" Or how about a simple "Welcome back, sweetheart"? Ha! I don't think so. More like "Claire! Don't ever do that to me again, I was so embarrased! Fancy having to tell your teachers that you won't be coming in because you tried to kill yourself! Your making me look like a bad mother!" Why don't you just go back to your old ways and try to beat the crap out of me? Afraid I'll turn out like Amelia? Bitch, I'll turn out so much worse! I'm a goth, remember? Goths are harder to handle then skanks. So you'll have a druggie who's 22 and still lives with you, a slutty hoe who'snever home, and when she is starts screaming matches and tries to hit you, and a depressed goth who slits her wrists. My, my, haven't you done well?