“I would like you to call me mom.”
Tears filled Nancy’s eyes as she looked at her daughter across her.
She wore her favourite jeans with her blue striped tank top and polka dotted sneakers.
Her long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing those silver hoop earrings that she always loved.
The last time she saw her daughter, her lifeless body was submerged in her bathtub. The stench of decomposition fusing with the sickly sweet scent of strawberry bubble bath.
She never found out why she killed herself.
Why would she throw away her hopes and dreams and all those years of hard work away?
Why wouldn’t she talk to Nancy if there was something bothering her?
Was it work pressure?
Was it Nick?
Nancy desperately wanted someone to blame. But she didn’t know who had caused her little baby girl so much pain that she would kill herself.
Nancy wiped away the helpless tears that slipped down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, mom.” Amy said, softly.
Her voice was so similar to the voice sample of her daughter’s that tears filled in Nancy’s eyes again.
She reached out to touch her daughter but only felt air.
“I can’t touch you.” Nancy whispered.
Amy shook her head sadly. “No you can’t. But you can talk to me. Laugh with me. Just like old times.”
“Why did you do it?” Nancy asked angrily. “Who made you do it?”
Amy smiled sadly. “Who do you think made me do it, mom?”
Nancy paused. Her mind ticked off the possibilities.
What would drive her daughter to the edge?
Work? No, she was successful enough to switch jobs if it came to that.
Financial problems? Impossible.
Men were her only weakness.
Nancy remembered the anxiety attacks she’d had after her first high school boyfriend cheated on her.
Yes, men were her weakness.
She wasn’t steadily dating anyone.
But there was Nick.
Much married, charming Nick.
Mr. Hotshot Pilot, Nick.
She thought her mother never knew about him but Nancy observed the way her daughter jumped every time he called. How she would go into another room to talk.
She told her mother he was just a friend. But from the way she averted her eyes, Nancy knew there was more to it than friendship.
She looked up at the figure of her daughter right in front of her.
“It was Nick, wasn’t it?” she said coldly.
Amy only smiled sadly.
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Mind Games
Mystery / ThrillerAmy is whoever you want her to be. She can be your BFF, she can be your girlfriend. You can vent to her, you can laugh with her, you can play out your fantasies with her if you wish to. You can make her look like whoever you want. Make her wear wha...
