I did it because every single drop of Scarlett red blood that falls from the cut is her. I did it because that blood that pours out of my skin is her. I did it because that evilness that's in her blood is in mine, I can see it trickle down my wrist. That Scarlett blanket on my wrist is her. No matter how much she knows how much I hate her, how much sadness and emptiness she brings me. That blood is her. No matter what, no matter how much I try to think otherwise. She is still my mother. I am her. She ruined me. I ruined myself.
