Emma
I flinch as a set of red eyes come closer, shining through the pitch-black darkness of the cell I’m sitting in.
Shuddering, I clasp my mother’s long dress for comfort as I can still smell her scent.
Even if it is slowly turning sour, her skin’s coldness only adds to the one seeping into my bones from the freezing stone floor.
I had been wondering all this time about how we got here. We were out on a stroll, and I was playing with a ball. I can see my mother smile as she watches me play, holding out her hands for me to throw her the ball, just until everything got dark, and she was crying so much.
Snuggling myself closer to her, I clench my eyes harder, wanting to get rid of the painful things that I had felt in the last hours.
Why were they so mean to us?
We didn’t even
