It is colder than ice in this cell. Mother locked me in here again.
I know it's just because she loves me. She never wants me to leave her side.
...That's why she's set up the traps. Mother knows that she will die one day, and she would rather have me die than be away from her. Even in death, she wants us to be together.
Together. That's what Mother wants. I wonder what death is like.
Is death like pain? Like the pain Mother inflicts on people?
I-I don't know if I want to die.
But I don't want to upset Mother either...
I wonder what Sacha felt when Mother killed him. Did he feel the bullet go through his head?
Or was he already dead before the pain set in?
Sacha... He loved me. And he proved it by coming to rescue me.. He wanted me to run away with him.
Somewhere in me, I wanted to be with him. I longed to be with Sacha.
Mother killed him with a smile.
Mother smiled.
Does..Does Mother truely love me? I remember that Maylee told me that she only thinks of herself, and that's why she kills so easily.
So is it just that she doesn't want to be alone in death...?
This is so perpetual for me.
I'm not...not even sure what love is exactly.
Mother.
These scars that coat me are your gift to me. The blood that bathed me were like your tears that cried for the lost.
This is your way of love. The violence and torture are how you show me that you love me.
My cell door slowly creaks open. Mother walks in with her familiar stride. I close my eyes in relief that she's here.
I open my eyes to find her face equal with mine, her slender hand pressed on the wall next to my head.
Mother pulls out her long knife. It glistens in the dim light. I never took my eyes away from her beautiful face.
Still close to me, she whispers, "My daughter, my daughter.." Her cold voice trailed off.
Mother steps back, while flipping her long silver hair over one shoulder. Her grip tightens on the blade in her right hand.
I breathe in silently, watching her every move, never taking my eyes off of her.
She shoved her free hand into her faded brown trenchcoat pocket and pulled out the pendant she had given me so many years ago.
She tossed it toward me, breaking the still silence that hung in the room. Its clink resonated off the cell walls as it stopped near my feet.
"...You will never leave me." Mother was sprinting toward me, almost as fast as lighting. It happened so fast, but I was stuck in slow motion.
The next thing I know, blood is trickling down my cheek and Mother's porcelain face was inches from mine. Even Mother's breath reeked of blood. The blood from my cheek was flowing from my face now, and it began to make me feel faint. She loosely grasped my chained arm, bringing her blade up to my fragile skin. She looked me straight in the eyes as she pressed the sharp knife in my forearm, dragging it slowly across as the blood rushed up to the surface. It puddled on to the hard dirt floor.
Blood... draining... My head.... Oh, my head..
My vision is fading. I see Mother's face blurring. Mother.. I know that I love you so much, Mother. My beautiful Mother with the beautiful name..
Emile Ther...Theres..
"Th-ther..esia.." I choked out the words before my world went black.
