-Amber-
His words reverberated in my mind as I sat on the couch, unable to move or... feel. All this time, I believed I was the reason my mother couldn’t carry on, why she had left this world. But it seemed that wasn’t the case. He had taken everything from me!
“W-Why?” I stammered.
“She had served her purpose.”
“But you didn’t have to kill her!” I shouted.
My uncle shook his head. “I disagree.”
“Of course you do,” I snapped, filled with anger. “She was my mother!”
“She would have kept you in that house till you were gray and old. What life was that going to be?”
“But you just wanted me outside for your own gain.”
“You’re right. I needed you to go out into the world, but aren’t you happy you did?” he asked. “You got to experience what life is, and you got to fall in love.”
I shoo
