Just Remember

16 Years Old

                ~Filomena's POV~

     I slowly approach Slender, holding out my hands to receive his gift. All I am given is a poor, winter rose.

    "Put this under your bed before sleeping, and you shall become one of us," he said, his voice both gleeful and gloomy.

     I nodded and ran to my room, dressing into my pajams and doing as he said. Without any hesitation, I fell asleep ammediatley, not a word to be said of it.

                   [Next Morning]

                 ~Ticci Toby's POV~

     I walk upstairs, going to visit my lover's room. As my hand reachea the doorknob, a dark aura poors out of the room. With no worries, I enter. The room is dark, and especially feels that way with the sage green wallpaper, black carpet and dark furniture.

     I look for the light switch and giggled, "I-I b-b-b-bought us s-some wi-wine."

     My hand finally flickers the light switch, but there is nothing usual to see. Mackenzie sits on the edge of the bed, Filomena's dismembered corpse laying behind her.

     Mackenzie looks up, running over to me, embracing me in a hug. The hug, it was so real. It felt like she was physically touching me, her soft arms gently wrapping around me.

     "She'll be fine," Mackenzie said, referring to Filomena, "Just say that she ran away, to be her own person, for that wasn't what I planned her to be."

     "What did you want of her?" I ask.

     "I wanted her to be what I couldn't," Mackenzie said, getting on her toes, kissing my forehead, "I wanted her to be human, but she's lost that chance."

     The witch moved her hand slightly, and Filomena was gone. All her stuff, gone. Any evidence, gone. It was just Mackenzie and me, arms wrapping around one another.

     Mackenzie began to hum,

          "Je suis cette sorcière, la belle.
  Celui qui aime voir les autres sourire.
      J'ai tué ma propre fille pour une  
                       raison.                          
      Elle ne reviendra jamais, tout
                  comme moi.
   Maintenant nous serons ensemble.
              Heureusement.

           J'ai aimé un homme.
À l'extérieur, il était méchant et froid.
         À l'intérieur, il était en or.
         Il est resté courageux.
              Il m'a protégé.
    Mais, cet amour, j'étais indigne.

           Je l'aime encore.
         Je vous aime tous!
    Mais la lumière est faible.
    Mon monde est trop petit."

    Within the end of those last words, I could feel her hug, her love, fading away. She's left us again, to rot, and so as her daughter.

     Under Filomena's bed I could hear a little lullaby being sung in Filomena's voice,

        "Je serai de retour assez tôt.
      Même si cela peut être difficile.
Peut-être un autre jour, une autre vie.
   Bien sûr, je vais devenir ta femme."

     That song forever remained in my mind. I know she loves me, and one day, one day, she'll be mine.