The Mutual Salvation Between My Mother and Me — Novel

My words haven't finished yet. My father walked over to her and said, "Lisa, let's go out for a walk."

"No!"

"Okay!"

Both my mother and I spoke at the same time.

She patted my head like comforting a child and said, "Good girl, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she followed my father and left.

I was so angry that tears were swirling in my eyes.

I caught sight of a sickle placed in the corner of the wall.

I grabbed it and followed them.

They were walking in front.

I followed not too far behind.

If it didn't work, I would kill him with a sickle.

Then I sighed.

My new body was only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was difficult for me to kill him.

After walking for a while, my mother and my father stopped by the river to chat.

I squatted angrily on the grass not far from them, pretending to cut grass.

Watching my mother being amused by him, I squatted on the grass, feeling extremely frustrated.

Well, I couldn't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs.

I took the sickle and fiercely cut my arm.

In an instant, blood gushed from the wound.

I screamed.

My heartbreaking cries startled the cicadas on the trees into silence.

My mother hurriedly ran over to me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

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."

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.