Chapter 203

• Astrid
• If one day, someone walked up to me and told me that the woman who raised me for 15 years would use a knife on me someday, I would never have believed it. But here I am, helpless, crying, hurting as she slowly cuts me with the knife.
• It's hurting so much and I can feel blood trickling down, as the coppery smell hits my nose. I'm her daughter. I'm her child and she doesn't even think twice before holding me at knifepoint, hurting me with it, all because of a stupid obsession of hers,