Mental cases like mine are called hemophobia. In other words, I'm afraid of the color red, or I have a phobia of blood. When I was sixteen years old, I witnessed my parents divorce and I also witnessed my mother commit suicide. I was just a high school student at the time, and we had just finished our class when I went home. When I opened the door, it was very dark in the living room, in the kitchen and everywhere I looked. I see nothing but darkness. I walk slowly while resting my hand on the wall and repeatedly call my parents. Until I opened the door of a room, and then I turned on the light switch, there I found my mother lying on the floor as she bathed in her own blood. Since then, the sight of blood has become my weakness and every time I see it I remember what I saw that day, my mother's appearance that night comes back to me. Every time that happens I find it hard to breathe, I panic and I hear horrible voices around me, so they think I'm going crazy. My father also found out
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