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My Mom

I cautiously walk over to the old, wooden, beaten table that sits in the hallway. I go up on my tip toes and feel around until my fingers grasp the cold frame. I pull it towards me and off the table.

Mom.

I glance up the stairs, checking for Taylor, then I duck under the table and sit with my back to the wall.

She was so beautiful. Her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her golden glowing tan, and her eyes. So blue. Blue with specks of silver that only I can see. Gran said "it's a sign she was a great witch" but I don't understand why I can see them and no one else.

Next I look at him. The Fain. Everyone says she married him to fit in but that's no true. You can see how much she loved him and how much he loved her. The way their holding each other give it away. He's got his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.

I place my hand over his face, I like to look at my mom. Just her.

"Michael!" I jolt up at the sound of Taylor's voice. I'd been so engrossed in the picture I'd forgotten to listen out for her.

"What are you doing with that?!" She shouts at me. Before I even get the chance to say anything she grabs the frame out of my hands, I try to hold on to it but she's too strong and rips it from my grasp.

"You never touch this again! You never look at it again! And you never even think about her again! She's dead because of you! She killed herself because of you!" She screams in my face, then she lifts the frame so high above my head I can't see it, suddenly she brings it down against my cheek. There's blood on the edge of the frame. I don't cry. I don't move. I just stare.

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A/N: These will start getting longer soon I promise!