ENGLAND, NOVEMBER, 1908
The cold, chilling air plays around the nature as children play under their parents care.
A woman with sharp, hawk eyes surveyed every children with cold calculating eyes
A small petite girl sat alone under the steps of a house in front of her garden, a few steps away the children.
Today was her birthday and no one knew.
Her eyes traveled down to the green floor. A small smile gracing her lips as she notices a flower blooming from the ground.
Away and alone from the others, just like her.
"What are you doing?" A sharp voice made her freeze and the flower stop blooming. A shadow passed next to her making her gulp
The girl's fearful eyes slowly flickered up to the woman calling herself her mother.
The woman's eyes flashed dangerously at the girl as she looked behind her shoulder making sure no one noticed anything.
"I'm sorry..." the girl whispered as the soon-to-be beautiful plant withered. The woman knelt in front of her as her dress gave her the capability to and cupped the girl's cheeks
"You know you shouldn't have. Is dangerous..." she whispered slowly, her eyes softening
The girl's tearful eyes glanced down to the floor, noticing a withered, darkened dead flower just like her soul
"I know..."