AN: Another drabble prompt. My word, "Memory".
Tessa held the bracelet in her hand and closed her eyes. The transformation came onto her quickly, but still painfully. Images flashed through her mind.
"No, please!" The little girl who had owned the bracelet cried. "I don't want to die. Mommy! Mommy what are you doing? Mommy that hurts! Please-"
Tessa opened her eyes, and transformed back into her original self. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a sob.
Jem stepped forward instantly and put a hand on her shoulder comfortably.
"What did you see, Tessa?" He asked.
"The memory. . . Her own mother. . ." She could feel the pain and the betrayal of the little girl. "Her own mother, Jem." She flung herself around him and sobbed onto his shoulder, thankful that he and her were alone in the room. Jem patted her on the back, trying to comfort her.
"It's alright, Tessa." He whispered, in his usual soft tone. "It's going to be alright."
