The Prophetess

Entry Eleven

Chapter Four.

Big Dreams.

Dreams don't work unless you do - John C. Maxwell

Living with our mum the past year has been trying, there were times we wanted to throw in the towel and just place her in a nursing home. But then she'd come back -just for a few- as the mum that we know, and we'd forget all about our plans to let others take care of her. A crafty one, she is.

But it in all of her days of sickness, from her tin-foil phase, to her fear of toilet-paper, and her rabid cat obsession, never once had she ever shown intent on harming anything- not even the tissue that was out to get her. Yet here she is, with a knife to a man's throat -albeit the dull end of it, a knife nonetheless.

"Mum?" Millie says, timidly approaching, her pressing bladder long forgotten.

Gabby for once is quiet- I suppose we've all been frozen, like it's our lives mum's threatening. She stands over the bald man, her hair a bird's nest, but falling over her shoulders as she bends over him. The man's face is hidden, but from what I can see, he seems calm, amused even. Which is all wrong, he should be terrified for his life, pleading for mercy if he will.

Mum's head rises when Millie calls again, and we see the man's face. I raise my hand to my forehead, and the other to my turning stomach. Fainting and puking altogether in one day is already one time too many, but again? Perhaps I got a bug. But I'd never been this sick before. Of all the children, I was always as fit as a fiddle.

But, I could almost swear that when the bald man looked up, I saw something...Green. Bright green pair of eyes flashing evil and malice. I've seen them before. Had I not mistaken my sister for a monster earlier in the day? Is the deliria spreading? Is everyone evil now? But the man's head drops down again, and I lose sight of his eyes.

"Where have you all been?" Mum exclaims, tightening her grip on the knife.

"Mum," I say, cautiously stepping around Millie, putting her behind me. "What are you doing?"

"This man," She points the knife at his face, and I'm almost surprised he doesn't flinch. Almost.

"Is here to end us all. That's why he's here."

Her eyes are wide but they're not dilated, and that convinces me fully that she isn't having one of her episodes at the moment. She's in the present and very adamant about the bald man tied to the chair not entering the house further.

"Mum." Alex joins in the scene, looking very dishevelled, and thoroughly distressed.

"Mum," He repeats, holding his hands up in surrender. "You need to put that knife down. Right now."

I suck in a breath as she quickly turns to point it at Alex instead of the man.

Gabby rushes forward, and in the back of my mind, I think, why is everybody coming forward? Don't they know it'd make her feel cornered? Make her do something in the name of self-defence?

She turns the knife to Gabby, her eyes wide either in wonder or fear, but something makes her shiver as she points it threateningly between the both of them. She swings it about and with her breath slightly erratic, she says, "Don't come any closer!"

I feel Millie start moving from behind me, and I put my hand on her before she gets any farther. "Don't move, Millie." I whisper, but mum somehow hears it and quickly turns to me with wild eyes as if she suddenly realised I'm there as well.

Author's Note:

Hello guys, sorry about that long break I took. I am back and will be posting  a new entry ever other week, so stay tuned for that. Also, if you enjoyed this latest entry, do click the vote button to show some love, and if there is something you don't like and would like to see done different, do leave a comment and I'll be sure to take it into consideration. For now, have a lovely rest of the day. Later guys.

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