GENRE: Literary Fiction
The MC explains to his love interest what caused him a childhood filled with sickness.
“I placed an eye to the crack of the kitchen door and found my mom mixing a glass of Rippin' Raspberry. Totally normal, except for the open container of bleach next to it. I felt even sicker, if that was possible, but my stupid brain thought, ‘It’s a misunderstanding. She’d never.’ That’s when she stopped mixing and poured some more bleach in. My world just fell apart. The one person who I thought loved me so much that it made up for everyone who didn’t had been revealed to be a fraud.
"Feeling like I had a bullet hole draining my life out, I hobbled back upstairs. Back into my bed. Back under the covers. The sheets were wet and the air seemed cold. Felt like the second coming of the Ice Age. Then my door creaked open and in came my mom holding a glass of Rippin' Raspberry Bleach up like a priest blessing the blood of Christ. She snaked her way over to my side and said, ‘Here, you poor thing. Let me help.’ And you know what I did? I drank the entire glass. With each gulp I sucked down, I quietly prayed, ‘Let this be the one.’ Huge gulp after huge gulp, I thought, ‘Surely the next one.’ And when the bottom of the glass came into view with red beads trickling through sugar and bleach, I looked through that warped circle right at my mom and said, ‘More, please.’"