The Little Red Blanket

"When I was younger my mom used to tell me that with age came understanding. I asked why she was always so sad. She told me that if she was always happy, she would take it for granted. Then I asked what the strange noises I heard were at night and she began to cry. She held me for an hour, made dinner, played with me, the same routine. But, the next morning she was gone. I never saw her again. All that was left were her belongings and her blood on the floor in front of my room with a note that said 'Be strong for mommy. I will see you again. I'm sorry I have to leave, but we can't be happy for too long or else we'd take it for granted. I began to take sadness for granted and need to remember what happiness feels like. I love you Raven. Be Strong.' That is what you were asking right? What happened to my mom? There's part of the story."

I was normal once, I just had a sad back story. Then I turned 16 and found out that the monsters, fairy tales and old myths my mom told me were real.