"Thank you K- Megan" she said halfheartedly to my Aunt. My aunt walked out of the room, this time I heard her. The sound of her heels clicking against the hard, cold floor. I ran into my mom's arms. "Mom! You're okay? You're alive? Are you hurt? Are you even real?" I cried. "Yes honey, I'm okay. I have to speak with you. But first..." She trailed off handing me a knife. "Clara can not be alive if you want this to work. She knows too much and will only be a distraction"
"W-what?" I asked, shaking. "I-I can't, she's my best fr-" my mom cut me off. "You can and will" She said firmly, forcibly guiding me down a set of the stone stairs. "Here" she said, handing me a holster. I took it, not registering what was happening. Then I saw her. In a dungeon, bloody, bruised, and crying. "See? Its for her own good. She won't survive that down here anyway. Put her out of her misery. "
Those words. I felt a physical pain, AMD a weight in my chest. This isn't my mom, not the mom I grew up with. This was a monster. "Then take her to a hospital!" I snapped. "Honey, she won't make it. There aren't hospitals near by this area anyway. There isn't much of anything actually. We need her killed anyway though, remember?" My body trembled at those words, the weight in my chest growing heavier by the second. As we inched closer to the cage, with my dying best friend, my other half, and I was expected to kill her. Am I choosing between my mom and my best friend who was always there for me, even when my mother couldn't be.
My mom nudged me into the dungeon as she opened it effortlessly. I pushed it open a bit further, only to find out, its so heavy I can't move it. The drugs must still be lingering in my system. I squeeze through a small opening and knelt down next to Clara.
I looked at her face, she was fighting with all she had, just to stay awake. "I'm sorry..." I whispered, stroking her soft blonde hair. "T-Tanessa" she barely got out. "W-why s-s-sorry?" She struggled, even just to think. I began to cry, and I dropped the knife. I dropped to my knees and sobbed. "T-anessa" she whined.
My mom dragged me out by my arm, grabbing the knife on the way. "What happened sweety?" She said, far too innocently. "I- I couldn't mom. I couldn't." I cried as she embraced me. "I know, I know. It's okay." She said. "You can't have this much humanity left, I'll fix that. I'll just have a taste" she said. "What?" I asked curiously. "Nothing" she said. As I fell to the ground, the stone and metal room echoing a loud high pitched sound. I then realized it was me, screaming. My mom just stabbed me.
"That should do it. Your soul was far too innocent. It's almost tasteless." She said, licking her blood soaked fingers. I continued to scream in agony.
