February 17, 2019, on the couch at 5:00 am because of a headache:
February 17, 2019, on the couch at my parent’s house at 5:00 am because of a headache, which is weird because Dad doesn’t have a couch. The smell of something burning woke me up so I got up and walked into the kitchen where I found all four gas burners turned all the way up. On the back right burner was a large skillet filled with water, boiling away. The left burners had small empty pans, smoking furiously. The right front burner’s flame was licking at the grease that was spattered everywhere.
I reached with one hand to the back of the stove for the knobs, trying to avoid being burned while I held a kitchen towel over my mouth to avoid the fumes and smoke. I managed to turn all the burners off, then turned and ran to wake up my parents.
As I approached their room, I met my mother coming out of the bedroom dressed only in her nightgown. She wildly asked me, “Why is the stove on?”.
How did she know that the stove had been on? I passed their bedroom on the way to the kitchen and they were sleeping. The only way she would have know the stove was on was if she had been the one to turn it on. I told her this and she took a swing at me.
Since we were in the hallway in front of the bathroom, I pushed her inside. She was like a wild animal, teeth bared and attacking me- pulling my hair, pushing me into the walls. I tried to fend her off, but we clashed and crashed into the shower, the sink and over to the toilet. That’s when I grabbed the tissue box (?) and smacked her in the head with it.
She let go of me and fell to the floor. I ran out of the bathroom and shut the door. As I ran for my parent’s bedroom I was yelling for my dad, who was still sleeping. I got to his side of the bed and shook him awake.
“Mom’s crazy! She’s trying to set the house on fire and she just attacked me.” To my dad’s credit, he didn’t stop to question me or tell me I was imagining things- he grabbed a baseball bat (?), ran to the bathroom and opened the door.
My mom was standing there with a can of lighter fluid.
She sprayed a stream of viscous fluid all over me. I looked down and could see the strings of fluid on myself. I was too stunned to move. Then she clicked the BBQ lighter (?) and set me on fire.
I had the sense to run outside and roll on the lawn to extinguish the flames. After I was put out, I just sat on the grass, panting and wondering why my mother would do something like this.
Then I woke up.