Brandon
Just as he was about to injure himself with that, I grabbed the knife from him, and slashed my palm causing blood to start oozing at the spot.
"What are you doing!" My father yelled, frightened but I didn't care. I also had to check if the phobia followed me back in time.
"I'm alright, father. I think the phobia is gone," I whispered, and he let out a sigh.
"You couldn't have injured yourself though. You could have just allowed me to do that," He nagged, which only made me upset.
"And why would I allow and watch you cut yourself because of me? Have you forgotten that you are old and weak now? Don't you know that you are ill? Do you have no pity for yourself?!" I yelled, my eyes and veins on my neck shot out as I yelled.
"Fine, I heard you, and I'm sorry. You shouldn't blame m
