"What happened?" Shock still rattled me to my core. "What did you see?" He stroked my hair, holding on to my hand as if he could pull me from the edge if another memory threatened to pull me under.
And they were memories.
Things that made little sense to an eight-year-old but did in this situation. A life that had been buried so deep within me, it took - It took what? What triggered this?
It will bloom with her?
Could that be it? Had the time suddenly come when the world would know what a freak I was? But it could not be. My mother had offered her soul. Offered her life for me.
“It was – It was my mother –“ At that point, I could not go on. My silent tears progressed to little hiccups until I started to cry in earnest.
"Stop crying. Please."
Did that mean I killed my mother? Ho
