𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 | ✍︎︎

THIS IS ONE OF MY STORIES WITH ONLY THE DESCRIPTION AND SOME OF CHAPTER ONE FINISHED, PLEASE LMK IF YOURE INTERESTED IN ME WRITING THIS!

"When I am gone," She brings her trembling hand up to my face, caressing my cheek.

My heart beats rapidly, and I shake my head, and as I speak I am almost pleading, "No."

My mother looks lifeless. She is practically withering away on her bed. Yet, I refuse to believe she will die, not tonight, and not ever. No matter how much I am told so.

A sad smile rests on her lips, "There will be men."

I almost roll my eyes, ready to tell her that I'm only 11, and I have no interest in boys, but she continues.

"And they will call themselves your brothers."

My eyebrows furrow, head tilting, and my heart racing. I open my mouth to question her, but she shushes me before I can.

"They will do whatever it takes," Her shaking hand wipes the lone tear that falls from my eye. She scans my eyes, then my face, as if trying to remember every feature.

A small smile creeps onto my face, though I am unsure of what she is talking about, I know she will do whatever it takes to keep me safe.

I bring my own hand to the one on my face, rubbing it with my thumb. It will be okay. It will all be okay.

Her face turns cold, as if the last of the life she had left evaporated. Her tone is sharp, like nothing I've ever heard from her.

"To kill you."

My heart drops.