Death Is Not The Only Option- Chapter Two Part Two Mine and my mothers relationship was fragile, a simple thing could tear it apart. The smallest of arguments, the smallest mistakes, anything that could ever be considered small and hurtful. Whether it was hurtful towards me or her, it hurt us both, just not in the same way. I sighed, and rolled off my bed. I decided that today I needed to at least attempt to focus on nothing but my education, because thinking it over there is nothing in this world that can stop me getting away from this house. There are many dreams that I wish to accomplish, and whilst in this house there is not way that I would be able to do them, because the only thing my mother has be able to do for me, is hold me back. I made my way over to my mirror that stood on my bright white dressing table, wiping my eyes as I did so. I say at my chair which was placed directly in the middle of the dressing table, angled slightly so I could see precisely into the mirror. I stared at my reflection, noticing every mistake and flaw about me instantly. I noticed how my face was freckly, and how my lips were just not the right colour. I noticed how my hair had no #life to it, and how my hair pretty much resembled me. I noticed how much I was different to everyone else. I know this is something to be glad about, because following a crowd has been something I have hated doing, and hated watching people doing so. I just don't understand what is so great about everyone having the same things.