Why Mother

Is This A Dream?

It all started in a barn. It was a bright beautiful clear day with just a speckle of clouds in the sky. My brother, sister, and I were playing in the scratchy hay like we always did.

I was pretty young at the time my brother and I are close in age and my sister was still considered a baby.

It was a normal day like any other then we heard it. Mother's screams of anger. I know she wasn't yelling at my father this time because he wasn't home. He said that he was going to town and would be returning soon. My siblings and I went to see what was happening little did we know what we were getting into. We ran out of the barn, past the large machines father used in the fields. We ran through the tall itchy grass and when I looked at the back door of our tall two story white house I saw my mother.She looked angry and It looked like she was holding something. I still don't know what it was. When I looked at her I had a feeling of fear and I  wanted to run away.

My mother was wearing a long vintage white dress that she had to hold when she ran. Her raven black hair was up in a bun with strands flying everywhere. When I turned to run my brother was already in full sprint towards the old well.

We ran to the well where we use to wish everything that was wrong would be alright. My brother was in front of me the whole way. I was too afraid to look back to make sure my little sister was behind us. When we got to the well my brother and I looked down.

I was about to make a wish when I was lifted and dropped into the well. Fear rushed through me I never learned how to swim. Before I knew it I was under water. I saw my little sister falling in after me. As I started to lose vision I saw my mother take the thing she was holding and run it across her neck. As I started going farther into the well I made a wish. I wished that my brother was okay and then everything went dark.