When I was thirteen, I made the mistake of trying to calm her down whilst she was high. She picked me up and threw me into the wall. The drug had given her so much strength, considering you could clench your hand around her upper arm. She was shaking and sweating, her pupils wide. She aggressively pouring water on her face, aiming for her mouth. I know that ice is a methamphetamine, a stimulant drug, I think that means it speeds up the messages to your brain and body. She was banging on the walls, her adrenaline must have been high because she was leaping off the furniture, or what was left. I had never seen anything like it before, she didn’t feel like mum anymore, not the person who used play dress ups with me and push me on the swings when
