I remember when the police first walked into the house. Mom had been on her knees, tears streaming down her face. Her once white and silky skirts now a dye so red. I had been begging with her, my hands now stained red. She wouldn't move, her hand clutched tight around the gun. Her knuckles bled, or maybe it wasn't her blood. I still don't know. Her eyes were empty. I knew she had done something she shouldn't have, and she knew that too.
"Mommy, are you in trouble?" I asked when I saw the lights outside the house. The man lying on the floor before us, seeping blood onto everything around us.
"Who is that?" I ask frightened, my voice straining as I look at the unfamiliar face.
"Pennie?" Mom asks, cupping my face in her warm, slick, red hands. She turns my face to her eyes.
"Promise me You'll be strong." She whispers, a smile tainting her lips. Her red lips. Everything was red.
"Why Mommy?" I ask.
"Promise." She breathes rubbing her thumb down my cheek.
I never promised.
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Space Egg
AcciónWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
