WHACK! ... My mom was lying on the ground. Oops. I won't go into detail, but I definitely think it hurt. I ran out of the house, despite my dad calling my name frantically. I wasn't the bravest of people, and most people would be pretty scared in that situation anyways. I think? Either way, I ran far into the woods and cried. When I woke up it was late morning, and I knew that because Felix was shouting my name. Remembering what happened last night, I started crying again. It was horrifying, honestly, and when Felix found me I hugged them tightly for what felt like forever. Eventually they wriggled free and asked me what was wrong, which I barely choked out an answer to: "t-told mom... shouted a-at me... p-punched her... ran a-away..." Felix just sat there. We just sat there for a while. I liked Felix's presence. They made me feel safe. I wanted them to stay there forever.
Chaos *-* My brain says it might get even worse. It's still thinking. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1276869476 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279520515
