"Maman stop that this instant!"
The young girl looked up at her frustrated mother, seemingly unbothered by her mother's reaction to her powers, "I like doing it, it helps me relax."
"I don't care! I don't like it! It isn't NORMAL!"
Maman sighed inwardly, standing up fluidly and allowing her illusion of a macabre playroom to fall away. She brushed a stray piece of lint from the front of her jacket and followed her mother into the kitchen.
Sitting at the counter Maman could see her mother was extremely upset, it made her slightly uncomfortable- she never knew quite how to handle these types of situations-, and violently scrubbing a plate.
Without really thinking about it Maman produced two illusionary marbles into her left palm and began spinning them in a tight circle. The action usually helped her think, and soon she was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't have time to dodge the butcher's knife being thrust at her chest.
Maman's stool hit the tiles with a clatter, as the young girl peered out from her jacket hood at her infuriated mother.
"You! You're Satan's spawn! You don't deserve to live!" Mother looked very frightening, with her wide bloodshot eyes and her tight grip on the cutlery.
The words cut deep, though no one would ever know that if they never came close enough to peer beneath her hood. "Mother you don't have to do this."
"You're not my child!" mother charged, again swiping at Maman with the knife.
Maman stepped back, watching as everything in the kitchen came to life, forming a protective barrier between her and her mother.
"DIE!"
Mother lunged through the appliance wall, and Maman acted quickly flinging herself out an open window and leaving her mother with the illusion of her dead child.
Maman frowned, allowing a few tears to trickle down her twelve year old face, she should have seen this coming, her father certainly would have.
After a few minutes- though they seemed like hours-, spent crying in the bushes Maman rose, if her mother wouldn't accept her then maybe her father would.
