LOGINWhile ordering food for my brother, I forgot one note, ‘no peanuts.’ My mother, Victoria Miller, bought a hundred pounds of fresh lilies and dragged them inside. I am severely allergic to pollen. She shoved me into the flower-filled room anyway and slammed the door shut behind me. "How many times must I tell you? Your brother is allergic to peanuts!" she screamed. "You left it out on purpose! What kind of monster are you? "You hate that I love him. Today, I'm curing your cruel heart!" Pollen choked the air. Thick clouds. My throat swelled instantly, cutting off my breath. My little brother, Toby Miller, rushed forward. He grabbed the handle. "Mom, I'm fine!" he sobbed. "Let her out! Please!" She didn't care. She yanked him back and turned the key. Click. "She tried to hurt you again!" her voice boomed through the wood. "Stop defending her! Today, she will learn her lesson." I slid down the cold door frame and sank into the sea of petals. To her, I was always the villain. My vision blurred. Air wouldn't come. I stopped clawing at the door and stopped begging. I collapsed onto the floor, dying among the blossoms. Mom, if the monster dies, will you finally be happy?
View MoreOne month after my death.Our loud, crowded apartment sat completely silent and hollow.Toby moved out to live with our father, abandoning our mother forever.No flowers were ever brought into that apartment again. Everything that belonged to me was carefully packed away by my father and locked inside his study.Taking into account her psychiatric report and the horrific nature of the child abuse resulting in death, the court issued its final ruling.Victoria was declared legally unfit. Her parental rights were permanently revoked, and she was committed to a public psychiatric facility for long-term treatment.Inside a tiny, locked padded room, she spent her days lost in madness.Day and night, she clutched a faded pink stuffed rabbit, my only childhood toy.Wherever she walked, she held it tight against her chest, her fingers stroking its worn fabric.She whispered my name over and over to the toy."Anna, Mom will never buy flowers again! Please come home..."I was stup
Every last piece of hope collapsed into dust.I watched my mother sob in total despair. Inside me, there was no hatred left. Only a hollow, empty numbness.The endless punishments, the accusations, and the abuse, it all finally ended today.My mother let out a blood-curdling scream.She stumbled forward and threw herself onto my body, clutching me tight.Her warm tears dripped onto my disfigured face."Anna, I was wrong! I lost my mind! Please don't leave me!"She shook my body frantically, her voice broken."Wake up, please! There will never be flowers in the house again! I won't punish you! I'll give you whatever you want!"The officer held the preliminary cause of death report from the paramedics. He stepped forward.The metal handcuffs clinked with an icy, sharp sound."Victoria, you are under arrest for severe child abuse resulting in death. You're coming with us to the station."Her grip on me tightened violently. She tried to pull back."Don't take me! My daughter
She pulled my cold body tightly into her arms."Anna, stop frightening me! Mom won't lock you up anymore! I won't yell at you!"Please, wake up right now!"Watching her, the rage that had been building inside my father completely exploded.He raised his hand and slapped her across the face with a deafening crack.His eyes were bloodshot as he screamed at her."Are you satisfied now?"Victoria, you killed your own daughter with your bare hands!"The blow forced her head to the side, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.She didn't dodge or deny it. She just held me tighter and sobbed hysterically.Over and over, she repeated the exact same line."She's not dead. My Anna isn't dead! You're all lying to me!"Toby walked up to her, step by step, his eyes bloodshot.All warmth had left his face, replaced by overwhelming disappointment and hatred.He stared down at our weeping mother, uttering every word like a blade."Why? Ever since we were kids, you w
My father kicked the heavy door wide open.A wave of flower pollen mixed with a thick, metallic stench hit everyone directly in the face.Layer upon layer of lilies were piled haphazardly across the room. The petals were soaked with my blood, turning black and sticky.I lay motionless in the center of the dark floral sea, completely cold.My face was a nightmare.The rats had chewed away raw skin, leaving dark craters that ruined my features.My neck was swollen into a thick, purple log.The three gray rats were still feeding. The sound of their chewing made everyone’s skin crawl.Brenda took one look, covered her mouth, and dropped to her knees, weeping and dry-heaving violently.The two officers turned deathly pale and immediately grabbed their radios to call for emergency backup.Police tape was strung across the entrance.My father burst through the doorway like a madman.He dropped to his knees and pressed down hard on my chest, starting CPR."Anna, hold on! Dad is












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