What Could Have Been

(Thyme Pt. 1)

I realized I was a seer at a young age, long before Tey knew of her knack for potion making and my little sister, Circe, was even born.
I was sitting on the parlor floor by myself, playing with my porcelain dolls. I remember I was holding onto my favorite one, a blonde doll with chocolate brown eyes, my fingers caressing her locks as I twisted them into braids. All was well in that moment.
Then, it happened.
The room suddenly vanished from my view and my body seized up as I felt my conscious mind move from the present to what would soon pass. I saw my mother crying on her bedroom floor.
Mother's makeup was running down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. She was using her dress to wipe her tears from her face, screaming in agony at the world. Around her, her room was in shambles. Her ornate decorations were scattered all over her floor, some shattered in pieces. The last thing I remember was hearing my mother's wails as she threw something small across the room.
The vision ended with the pieces of that situation dissolving into nothingness. I was suddenly thrown back into my own reality, now aware that my mother was yelling at me. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out my surroundings as my head still spun from the experience. I wiped my cheeks, only then noticing that I had cried. My eyes settled in front of me to my lovely doll that now possessed a large crack in her once pristine face. I lifted her up and ran my fingers across the crack, still feeling as though this, too, was just some sort of daydream.
"Malice, you brat, look at me!" My mother screeched.
I looked back up at my mother, bewildered and a tad frightened.
"Mommy, why were you crying?" I asked, trying not to cry over my broken doll. Mother could never tolerate my tears.
Her face twisted in confusion and disguest, "I have absolutely no idea what you're speaking of, Malice." Her arms crossed as she peered down at me, her eyes drilling holes through mine.
I furrowed my brow, my voice starting to waver out of fear, "But, I saw you crying..."
My mother was then silent for a moment, her eyes searching for any indication of a lie.
She clicked with her tongue, "I always knew you would cause me just as much trouble as your sister." She turned away, leaving alone me to pick up the pieces by myself.