I punch in the number, in my phone, and make the call. Mother picks up and answers, softly, on the other end. 

"Hello?" I hear her voice, and lose mine. I fall to my knees with a fist against my throat, trying to get some sound out.

"Hello? Who's there?" I don't want to answer, but know that if I don't she'll hang up. 

"Mom." I say, directly, as if she's standing right in front of me. I hear her suck in a breath, and I appreciate the distance between us. 

"Sarah, is that you?" she asks. It breaks my heart, but I need the closure. I swallow hard.

"Yes, mom, this is she." I admit, standing. I feel light-headed and make my way to the couch. 

"What do you want, dear?" she says, like this was a friendly call. Heh. 

"I want you to love me. I deserve it. I'm your daughter, not a robot. I can't just be put on Prozac and forgot about. Y'know that when I took those pills, I began to forget who I was because I told you. You and dad didn't care though. You were just happy that I was acting more positive. You never really saw me. I want understanding. I want to be able to talk about this and not have a time-limit on my pain. Do you know that I'm mourning for all the days that I was mistreated? Yah, every time you misunderstood what I said, I cry about it. And not because I'm weak, but because that's how much it matters to me. Oh, and I want to matter. I want to be enough in your eyes. You didn't have the right to ask me if I was a witch! That's not something a mother should ask her daughter? I want to tell you that I hate you." I exclaim. I wait for her response back to me, but instead hear a click. I pull the phone away from my ear and, it says that she hung up. I lean forward and bury my head in my arms. Tears, fall down my face, soaking my shirt. She had nothing to say to me. I don't need her, but I do need...her. She's my mother, my mom. I guess that's gone now though. I sit up straight and decide to never let anyone into that part of me, my heart-part. I push those memories down, into the darkest place, in my mind. I bury it under all my masks.  She didn't deserve my tears, but...neither did I.