My mother froze for a long time when she saw me at her door.
I hurriedly switched on the living room light and began checking her wrists for wounds.
I didn't know if I had frightened her, but she said nothing for a long while. When she recovered, she looked a little angry.
"Chen Mo, what are you doing?"
"How did you know I lived here?"
I said nothing. My mind was blank.
Before coming, I had imagined so many possibilities. My mother was gone... my mother was barely breathing... I took my mother to the hospital, but they couldn't save her...
It wasn't that I insisted on imagining these things. The shadows in my heart left me no choice.
Now that I saw she was all right, I had only one thought: I absolutely could not let her kill herself. I could not let her die.
If she was gone, I would truly be an orphan.
Seeing no wounds on her wrists, I rushed straight into her home and searched everywhere.
I had to find those dangerous things, anything that could kill my mother.
She must have been planning to kill herself!
She had severe depression. She was in danger!
"Chen Mo, what on earth are you doing?"
"What happened?"
I ignored her and ran into her bedroom. I found a business card on the dressing table, then pulled a bag of something out from under the bed.
I opened the bag and looked inside, then immediately collapsed onto the floor.
It was a bag of charcoal.
My mother really was planning to kill herself!
Just not today!
I carried the bag of charcoal out and asked her, my voice trembling, "What is this? Tell me, what is this?"
My mother stood frozen, her expression a little unnatural. "Lately,