Chloe sat on her bed, playing with a knife, as her tears flowed nonstop.
"You're not my child. I found you abandoned on the streets."
She was used to hearing that. It didn't faze her before. Her mother always said that whenever she got into trouble. Chloe never believed it because her mother would say she never meant it.
"Just words."
Yeah... just words... Why do they hurt now?
"I never should have had you."
Yeah, things would be better for her mother if she wasn't around. But if she killed herself, it would be a problem.
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