Lamia5
Young children aren’t meant to see or think of such horrific, but I do. I’m the only freak in the house that has ever walked in here and seen the images in the mirror. Alone in my bedroom my mind wanderers to the old rusted mirror that had been left when me and mum had moved here, to our new home. Since looking in the mirror, the horrible events have been playing inside my head. Over and over again. My mind won’t shut up about it and I always had some kind of nagging feeling like was real. Every day I saw a young boy being beaten and killed by his own mother and younger sister. Both had crazed expressions planted on their faces, but when he was dead they set pleasant smiles on their face’s and didn’t look at all fazed by what they had done to their own flesh and blood. I was amazed by this, I never thought such a young girl and a fragile looking mother could possess that amount of strength they were inflicting on their son and brother. The old saying ‘if looks could kills’ played in my head. The two of them look so sweet and fragile and have a slight adoring smile plastered on their faces, you could only really tell if you looked hard enough, that I was just for show.