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I muttered this question to myself while staring into the bathroom mirror.
My hands were turning white from the tight grip they had on the sink as rain outside pitter-pattered on the window.
My eyes were fixated on my reflection, almost as if I was expecting it to give me an answer.
I turned the faucet on, splashed my face with water.
In this moment I missed my dad. Sure, he was never what one would call a good rolemodel, or even a good person for that matterm but for questions like this he always had an answer.
I looked at my hands, one of them stained red. I've cut myself. When did I cut myself?
I looked up at the mirror only to see the face of a clueless man now fractured like his family.
When did it all go so wrong.
"if i like this game... will i like it?"
The sobbing would never reach the outside world through the closed window. It was a sound meant for me and me alone.
"Please let me go", my mother pleaded, sitting in the bathtub.
She knew as good as I did that I couldn't do that. She was the only thing keeping those police officers who were outside... well, outside.
With one last gaze through the bathroom doorway to my abusive father's body, I asked the question again, this time directed to my sweet mother.
"if i like this game... will i like it?"