'' you dont want chocolate? '' my mother looked at me, her blue eyes wide and incredulous.
A whole new type of crazy glinted in them, and that's when my fear started to kick in.
'' what kind of child are you, wendy? she slowly walked around the island, coming towards me. The knife in her hand looked far more menacing than it had a few seconds ago. '' you certainly not my child. what are you wendy?
staring at her, I took several steps back. my mother looked maniacal.
her robe had fallen open, revealing her thin collar bones and the black slip she wore underneath. she took a step forward, this time with the knife pointing right at me. I should have screamed or run away, but I felt frozen in place.
'' I was pregnant, wendy! but you're not the child I gave birth to. where is my child,? Tears formed in her eyes, and I just shook my head. You probably killed him, didn't you. My mother raised a knife and it slashed across my stomach and it tore my dress.
