she said as she handed me the jar. cold jar. maybe it was the food. maybe it was the heavy sleep deprivation. maybe it was your mom . but something sent a sharp, piercing tug to my belly and i could feel my insides bleeding. i felt a stitch run up my stomach as i opened the jar and ate from it. mother's head. all my problems will be solved as soon as i get a new personality, move to a new city, change my name, alter my appearance, and become an entirely different person. that's what Mister tells me at least. i dont remember how long it's been since he followed me home from the market