"I found you!" Helena peered around the tree, smiling down at her daughter, Christina.
She giggled. "Mummy, you cheated!"
Helena scooped Christina up in her arms. "I did not. How dare you think such things. I just happen to be an excellent seeker." She hugged her daughter to her chest and spun around.
Christina laughed as her mother set her on the ground. She started to run. "Bet you cant catch me!"
"Bet I can!" She followed her daughter through the garden. She whipped around the stone wall and paused, loosing sight of Christina. "Christina? Christina, where are you?" Helena grinned. "Are you hiding again?" She waiting to hear that familiar laugh she loved so much, but her only reply was silence. "Christina?" This time she felt a knot in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away. "Please come out now…"
She glanced down as something blue peeked out from underneath the leaves. She picked it up and wrapped it around her finger. It was Christina's hair ribbon. "Christina! Darling where are you?" Helena ran through the garden, searching frantically.
She followed the path, running through the floral archway. She paused as the scenery changed drastically. She was no longer in the garden but in a dark hallway that looked vaguely familiar to her. A light flickered from the room at the end of the hall. Her heart quickened as she slowly walked towards it, afraid of what she might find there. She entered the room. A fire was lit in the fireplace along the wall. All of the furniture was overturned and scatter about the room, like a fight had just taken place there.
"Christina?"
"Mummy."
Helena spun around as Christina walked into the room behind her. Helena walked towards her but stopped, something felt off, but she couldn't place it.
Christina walked towards her, her face shadowed in the firelight. "You didn't save me Mummy. Why didn't you save me?" She walked into the light, exposing her bloody face and broken body.
Helena snapped back, a gut-wrenching scream escaped her lips.
Then she opened her eyes. She couldn't move in her bronze coffin, forever frozen as a statue. Christina was gone. Her life was gone. And all she had to look forward to was centuries trapped in her mind. She couldn't cry. There was no relief for her. She glanced at the forest of golden corpses before her and panicked. Another scream erupted in her mind. In the Warehouse there was only silence to keep her company.