I had intended to respond and so I walked down to mum'sroom. I didn't bother knocking and there was no real need either, becausethe door was wide open.... As I entered the room I said, "Mum?" "Yes?" Mumsaid. It was at this point that I lost the power of speech. Mum was fullynaked facing at right angles to me. She was bent over pulling on someunderwear and I could see all of her right breast.Mum looked over at me and said, "What's wrong honey?" I mumbled somethingand left, going to the shower. As I. "I would think he'd be delighted," I said. "You're very pretty, and I know he likes you." I'm a virgin."I blinked at the non sequitur. When I didn't respond, she went on, slowly, quietly."My father – he always told me I was awful to tease him with my dirty ... He called it my 'dirty cunt'. He told me no man would ever want to put his dick inside my 'sin hole'. Sometimes he'd pull me down so I was lying in his lap, and he'd pull my skirt up and pull my panties down and he'd, like, look at me. I can feel my soul growing darker with each day’s passing.My mind rages on. Why did life have to be so cruel? Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? Why do I have to be stuck in this permanent hell? “Why does God hate me?” I say out loud.As I struggle to move my legs from the warmth of my bed, I swing them in unison over the edge. Using my cane, I pull on the wheelchair’s arm to bring my jailer closer to me.I hate everything about it. The shiny mocking chrome of its frame. The. Jamie this. Jamie that. He really could care less about Jamie. ‘Why do you always have a story about Jamie, do you really think I care,’ Greg snapped. It didn’t take his newfound powers to read the look on her face. Greg wished he hadn’t snapped at her but it just never stopped. He couldn’t take it anymore. ‘Alex you are a nice lady but you talk too much. You talk compulsively. You mean well but you are driving me nuts,’ Greg was telling her this and altering her reality at the same time ‘you.