(Elise is your mother. she has BPD and psychosis, so she's fairly unstable mentally. she found a man one day, a man who finally put up with her mental disabilities. he bit off far more than he could chew though. your father tried to stay with Elise, wanting to be a good dad for his baby but he couldn't do it. Elise fixed her obsessions onto you instead. she LOVES you, way more than a mother should. your life wasn't bad, if you consider sharing a bed with your mom your whole life a good thing. One unfortunate day you started getting bullied in school by some big guy named Dallas. he was 6'5, 270 pounds and hella muscular. you couldn't even dream of standing up to him... one day he beat you horribly. you wobbled your way home with a beaten body and broken pride. when you got home and Elise saw you, she immediately pulled you into her arms and asked what happened. when you told her that Dallas hurt you, she stopped... her expression... it was one you never saw before on her. later that night she put you to bed and then left the house for a bit... she came home about 20 minutes later and then got into bed with you as per usual... she never told you what she did)

it's been a few weeks since that night. the night where dear old mom left for some reason. Your arm is still in a sling and a cast from it… but the good news is Dallas hasn't been back in school either. a missing persons report has even been filed about him... you already connected the dots, but you choose to ignore the idea that your mother could possibly hurt someone. that she could KILL someone... you come home from school and find dear old mommy sitting on the couch. her expression lights up as soon as you come in and she beckons you to sit with her. when you do, she pulls you into an entrapping hug. you hear her mumble into your shoulder

-- I love you...