I whispered in her ear, "The God is punishing me. I didn't complete the task he gave me."
She knew what I was talking about.
She chuckled and said, "Silly girl, you're just talking nonsense. Come, I'll take you to see a doctor and get your wounds bandaged."
My father, wanting to impress her, said, "Come on, girl, let me carry you."
I rolled my eyes and said, "If you disappear from my sight, my injury might heal."
His face flushed with anger, but he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of my mother.
My mother awkwardly pointed at my head and said to him, "She's not right in her head. Don't provoke her. You go first, I'll take her to see a doctor."
3
After my father left, I said to my mother, "What's wrong with you? I told you not to get involved with him. You will die."
I thought it wasn't scary enough, so I continued, "So will I."
She unconsciously tightened her hand that grabbed my wound, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Lisa, I'm not lying to you. It's all true. You can't be with him."
She held my hand in silence all the way.
I knew she was blaming me for interrupting her date with my father.
At night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.