"Sera!" Her eyes widen further and in my periphery, I see the bald man sit up straighter. Which seems odd, considering his restraints. I also don't understand why he's not yet untied himself. We're all well aware that my mum's not the greatest at tying knots, and she probably wasn't even concentrating as she did it. There's something in me - deep in my soul- that tells me he could get out of that chair at any moment, if only he wished to.
I'd like to assume he enjoys having a knife held to his throat...But I'd also like to assume that I'm delusional.
Which isn't a far-fetched assumption compared to the former, believe it or not.
"Mum," I say, simultaneously pushing Millie further behind me with one hand, while holding the other one towards my mum. Just like her doctor told us to.
"Listen to me mum. Look at me."
Her head moves slowly to meet my eyes.
"Give me the knife, please. This man-" I pause, darting a glance at him, not entirely sure he's as innocent as he acts.
"He's not your enemy. Alright? Give me the knife please and we can free him and then we can all go sit by the fire. Would you like that, mum?"
She closes her pale grey eyes as if imagining it and when she reopens them, they're already dull and distant. "I'm tired."
I swallow and nod. "The knife, mum. Please give it to me and then I'll take you to your bed to rest. Is that alright with you?"
She tilts her head and smiles, though I know she's not with us anymore- no longer in this world. And I'm not sure what distresses me more; the fact that I'd prefer her crazy and present than absent and docile, or the fact that we had to untie that wretched man.
Mum passes me the knife gently, placing it in my hand as if bestowing a gift upon me. She presses on it and I feel it dig into my skin. And even as I feel the blood seep out, I thank her.
"Alex, could you please take mum to her bedroom?" I ask, staring at the blood pooling beneath my palm.
He looks exhausted and completely out of his element, and as he steps forward to take her, she suddenly blinks back to this world.
She yells, "Alex!" Turning around, she sees the bald man just as Alex starts dragging her away.
"Oh! You poor Uncle Howard," She yells again, "Whatever have my children done to you?"
"Uncle?" Millie is the first to ask. "Does she mean the Uncle Howard supposed to come help us?"
"Now, how would you know that?" Gabby asks with a doubtful sneer.
The knife slips from my hand, the word 'uncle' bouncing around my head until all I can think is-
Uncle?
Author's Note:
xD Y'all I lied. I accidentally ended up taking that two month hiatus without posting a single thing and I honestly have no good excuse, but school has started I'm more serious, and I promise you can track me down if I don't upload weekly or every two weeks. So, I've been brought back from the dead (you know your doings) so enjoy my stay! As always, hope you enjoyed this entry, if you didn't leave me a comment. For now, I hope y'all have a B E A U T I F U L DAYYY.
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The Prophetess
Fantasy"Their lives rest in your hands, Sera. Don't fail them." The old lady said, and before I could put a word in, she disappeared; just like dust. Seventeen year old Sera has always considered herself to be the 'mum' of her odd family, and always acted...
