I did not even taste the food, almost choked on it even a few times with little to no attention I was paying at it past the angry veil his words caused on me, gritting my teeth in pain that the slight movement of sitting up brought me, and yet the grip on the spoon is strong as I forced the food down, wild thoughts playing in my mind, proving to be a stable company at that point.
Killing myself? Me? No way I'm going to do that, no matter how frightening the future may seem, how things are rough now and how they will only get harder from now on for the mere thought of leaving mother behind, of not only losing her forever but to let her stay under the paws of that lion fueled me with determination one more, and I was not giving up that easily, no way at all.
