Talk about your mother
From Create Your Own Story
Thirteen years ago, you lost your father. Since then your mother turned to drinking and began beating you. You were five years old when it started. She would beat you with her belt for every little thing and she always used the metal end. You remember the pain the vicious metal hitting your back, often without understanding why she was hurting you. You also started bedwetting around this time, you think it was probably because of the abuse. Whenever, your mother saw your wet sheets, she'd give you a beating.
When you were eight, you started using the cane. Then when you turned ten, she started punishing you with a bullwhip. One night, when you were eleven, your mother got particularly drunk. She pulled you out of bed, screaming at you. You had once again wet the bed. She dragged you to the basement where she started beating you across the back with her bullwhip. You cried out instantly.
"I'm sorry, mommy!" you begged her.
"I hate you, you worthless piece of shit!" she screamed.
You could feel the skin on your back being shredded off. You were about to pass out when she finally stopped.
"You have to be the new daddy now" she told you as she began to take your clothes off.
Thinking about the whole thing upsets you and you start to cry. You remember that your mother did very bad things to you. You skip the details of that particular aspect of the abuse and move on to the topic of how she died.
You woke up in the basement after your mother was done with you. This was worse than any of the beatings she'd given you.
You found an old shotgun your father had and went upstairs to your mother's room. She woke up to kill you holding the shotgun to her face.
"You get that thing away from me, you fucking little shit!"
You pulled the trigger and your mother was dead.
You cry at the memory of what she did to you but you're glad she's gone and can't hurt you anymore. Your bedwetting had also stopped when she died.
"You can't change the past, this is not a CYOA" Stormare tells, "you need to think about the future. Call me if you need anything"
You leave the therapy session.
You phone your friends to let them know, you're going to go back to Flagel but first you look inside a nearly music shop, browsing the CDs.
You spot a Ariane Grande's latest album. You also see Bruno Mars' album. And one of Shawn Mendes.
