Haunted

I stare out my window, to the freedom beyond. My throat closes around the words i want to scream. Mother enters my room, bottle in hand. I wont face her, shouldnt acknowledge her, knowing her intentions. Out of the corner of my eye I see her raise that bottle. In that brief second before she slams it down into my skull, I see a snake coiled, ready to strike. I realize I have my cutting knife. One, two, I strike. I miss her and my world goes black. I knew I couldnt hurt her, shes my mother. In unconciousness Im sitting in a meadow. Watching the sunset and the moths fly. I am in the freedom I yearned for so much. But now it seems empty. Of course, whenever I succeed I feel nothing. My past... haunting me... I shall never be free.