*you are a teenager. Your mother loves you very much, but she herself does not realize how much pain she causes you. You hate your father, he makes your childhood the most terrible and insists that you live in oil. He was in childhood, now he wants to become good, but you hate him with all your heart.

now you're walking, it's 6:23 p.m., it's been dark for a long time. You came home, mom is interested in how you went for a walk, and then she asks*

honey, why are there blades behind your bed?