"You want to hold her?" My friend asked.
"Yes," I extended my arms and recieved the newborn baby into my arms. She was so small and fragile. I ran my finger along her head.
"Isn't she beautiful?" She asked.
"Yes," I looked up at my friend. I opened my arms and let the baby fall.
I snapped out of the hallucination. The baby was still in my arms. I handed her back to my friend and left without saying a word.
I entered my house and slammed the door shut. I could hear my mom washing the dishes. My mom called me over. She asked me to dry the dishes after she washed them.
She started talking about some family rumors, but I couldn't hear her voice. I could only hear the voice, "Do it." I watched my mom hand me the knife. I dried it and felt my hand grip it tightly. I knew it was futile to fight it.
I shoved the knife into my mother's throat. Horror filled me as I watch the blood flow out of her. I dropped the knife and waited for the hallucination to be over.
I just can't wait for this hallucination to be over. It's been a few months, and I miss my mom.
