Hush: don't speak child [Completed]

Part 7: Unpredictable

*I've decided that part 10 will be the final chapter where i decode every part and tell you what happened in this little life of this child's. What symbolises what and who is who. Right now i'll tell you that's she's in the after life. Her humanity, Her life was taken ages ago.*

Life's unpredictable.

Who knew i was going to get betrayed by the very person who raised me?

Although, she doesn't deserve the name 'mother', she stole the name 'master'.

William Blake once said: "Marks of weaknesses, marks of woe."

That's what you labelled me as... your weakness.

I am your weakness.

Your afraid of me...
Your afraid i will steal your throne.

I already have.
I am the rightful heir to your throne.

Your throne looks different to the ones i see in foster home.

In foster home, the throne is gold, covered in silk. Even though it cannot speak, it sings.

However, your throne screams the curses of the children. Curses of sinners. Tears of the weak. Yet not guilt sweats on your forehead. Not a single drop of pity.

I am the rightful owner to your throne.

You can try throw me out again but this is home. This is where i spend my time gazing into the burning souls,satisfied.

Foster home, the lifeless soul, dance and sing to the lullabies yet i find here more comfortable.

I am trash that needs to be taken out.

I know, i know, i get it I don't make sense but bear with me... the end of my life's chapter is slowly coming to an end.

They say cats have nine lives and the after life has infinity.

I am a cat in the hereafter but instead i got two lives. The second one was out of pity. Third one... i hope there isn't one.

Life's unpredictable. It could either be a rope or you who takes this guilt away...

* Will she take her own life or will her master? But wait, remember her life was taken ages ago*