Short stories/Poems

Mother scene

A scene from my creepypasta ocs backstory [Mother] enjoy

Five weeks.
It's been five whole weeks since she's seen her children.
The one time she let them take the bus, and they go missing.
She got a call that morning, Detective Mason asked if she could come in..
To identify a body.
Specifically, two bodies.
She's been driving down the road for twenty minutes, about to arrive to the morgue.

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She sits in a room, her bag in her hands. Nervously fidgeting with the zipper of her purse; was it them? Her kids? Her babies? The babies she raised by herself? She'd just have to wait..
Knock Knock
"Ms.----?"
She looks to the door, it's Detective Mason and two other people.
"Yes, that's me."
The people flooded into the room, a shrink, Detective Mason and the Pathologist.
The shrink sat next to her, Mason and the Pathologist sitting across the coffee table on the other couch.
Mason started.
"Ms.----, you know why you are called in here today yes?"
"Yes I am."
"Okay, we have some photos of bodies. We need you to identify which one is your kids."
She nods, her hands growing sweaty.
"Okay then." Detective Mason pulls out a file, sliding it across the coffee table towards her.
"Open it when you're ready."
She nods again, staring at the file.
Her heart thumping inside her chest.
After about a minute, she takes a breath and opens the file; to be met with a face of a mutilated little girl.
It wasn't her child, that's good.
So far.
She slides the photograph to the side, going through the eerie photos of dead children and teens. Their skins white and lifeless.
So far.. she hadn't seen her kids..
She continued to flip the pages..
till she saw it..
Was that?
No..
No no.. it.. it couldn't of been..
Her baby.. her baby boy..
She stared at the photograph, her heart dropping, seeing her sons lifeless face..
Tears filled up her eyes, putting the photograph to the left of her. Holding back a cry as she flipped through photos again.. it didn't take long till.. she saw her..
Her little girl.. her baby..
No please.. not her babies..
Why them.. why did it have to be them?..
She broke, seeing her kids lifeless faces in these photos..
She couldn't believe it.. she hoped for weeks.. they'd be okay..
"----? Are those your kids?" Detective Mason asked.
She nodded, sobbing into her hands.
Her body trembling with every cry that escaped, the shrink leaned over and hugged her. She basically clinged onto her, sobbing.
"Not my babies! Please lord.. anyone but my babies!! Why God why them!? Why my kids!!"
"My baby boy.. my baby girl.. why my babies!?"
She sobbed into the shrink, letting out a distressed yell into the jacket of the shrink. Grabbing onto the shrink so tightly as she just fell apart.
Her world crashed..
Her everything..
Gone within an instant..
Why did it have to be them?..
Was she not good enough of a mother?
She couldn't protect them.. she couldn't of been a good mother..
Her kids didn't deserve this.. they were good little things..
What had they done to deserve this?
As time went on.. she eventually asked the Pathologist how they died.. so she answered.
Her son, her little boy. Had injuries to the back of the head, like he had been hit multiple times. Traces of concrete were found in his head, showing the injury was from his head being beaten into concrete. He showed to have another wound
One to the neck, a clean slit of the throat.
She said the cause of death was the slit, the head injury happened while he was still alive.
Next was her baby girl..
She had a clear marking on her neck, through more inspection.. it was found that she had been choked to death by a phone cord.
Further inspection showed that the brother had died first.
Meaning.. the little girl must've witnessed the entire thing.
...
She couldn't believe what she was hearing..
Her babies..
That she grew and raised on her own..
We're gone.. just gone.. like that..
Gone within the time span..
Of five weeks.