That moment, silence came drowning me. The action was crazy. Insane. Horrible.
No. I didn’t mean to. It happened so fast. The push. The shout. Everything.
We were just talking. Then raised our voices. She had said I shouldn’t had been born. I’m nothing but a wasted space.
I couldn’t take it. The anger rushed over me like a heavy wind. I allowed it to catch me. Then I pushed her. I pushed her down the stairs.
She rolled downward. Each roll, horrible and painful. I stood shaking.
She couldn’t wake up. I shouted her name.
“Mum! Wake up!” No. There was no response. I cried out.
“Anger, you’re a bitch. Second to death. You’re deadly.”