Mommy cam home one day and was red on the face. She slammed her stuff down, tears streming from her eyes. Mommy was crying again. I asked what was wrong this time and she said the usual and not to worry; so I didn't. Almost every night she would come home crying. Mommy then went upstairs and locked her bedroom door. She took a boxcutter razor blade and cut her wrists twice on each side. She would always do that. Then she cut again and again and again, deeper each time, 'till her forearm was completely covered in cuts. Blood poured and pured out as if it was trying to escape prison. Mommy had cut open an artery in her arm. I would usually hear screaming when she'd come home crying, but I didn't this time. I got scared. I went to go get the key to her bedroom door and unlocked it. That's when I saw all that blood and froze. It was normal to see a little puddle of blood, but this was about twenty puddles full; twenty big puddles, a couple inches deep, of blood. I then look at moomy's face. Her eyes were closed and her face looked peaceful. The boxcutter razorblade started to fall from her right hand and onto the floor. Tears welling up, I ran to mommy and laid next to her, my head on her chest, and said, "Hope you are peaceful and happy in heaven, just like what you said. I didn't know you'd go this fast, even though you said you'd leave very soon. Hope you don't have to deal with daddy, or work, or any of your problems you delt with here. Hope daddy doesn't abuse you anymore either. Goodbye mommy, I love you."