Hush: don't speak child [Completed]

Part 10: Mute

* The final part! I'm actually excited... here goes nothing.

The book was slowly showing signs of decayed.

I slowly blow the dust of the book without lighting it up and gently open the ancient, large cover.

My rigged fingers graze over the name that i have never heard of, no one spoke of.

Why is such a historic book not throw away and kept at the very back at the very top? Questions after questions.
But no answers.

Page 1.

"Mother seem different towards me now. A process of ageing. Love fades.

Mother seems to look at me fascinatingly.

She holds me oddly.
Protects me weakly.

Mother seems angry.
Have i not pleased her?

I did everything she asked of me.
I manipulated anyone who walks past me.
I satisfyingly watched as the tears roll down the sinner's eyes.

I even created a path for the good to walk on.

But... why does mother look at me like that?

Soon i come to realise, mother is not mother anymore.

She commands me to call her 'master' instead of mother.
I do not understand.

Like a slave and a lost soul, i do as she commands.

Glow.. glow.. glow brighter. Glow stronger... the voice kept telling me...

I kept wondering where is this voice coming from? The unseen whispers has a big effect on me even though it's unreal. Why?

I kept thinking. Over thinking was my problem.

Mother, patted me and comforted me screaming 'hush child don't cry.'

However, i kept crying. Probably that's why she looks at me deludingly.

Any obstacles in my path, mother told me to step over them but I analysed them carefully. I sat there, contemplating the fascination of the creatures.

Until, that day...

Mother betrayed me.
Mother said it was my fault.

It was my fault.

Mothers always commits worthy sins but the sin she committed towards me felt crucial.

Breathe.
In
Out
In
Out.
Yet i had no pulse.

She set me on fire.
But why?

I don't understand.
You don't make sense.

Fire was my best friend, so why punish me with something i love?

But i could never ask mother...
Mother's always one step ahead and
I'm always one step behind her.

The All-mighty re created me, told me i needed a second chance. And that she couldn't kill the last bit of hope. Pitiful.