And Then We All Die

Now that I think…I think I always knew. Yes, I did. I always knew that there was something wrong with Samara. But my sheer joy blinded me at my first glance into her eyes. Isn't that supposed to be the most meaningful moment in a mother's life? When you first look into the wide eyes of the child, and you can finally give all the love you felt for them even before you'd seen their face.

She sent chills down my spine.

But I laughed and smiled like I didn't feel it. She was my child. She was my child. Never mind where she came from. She was mine forever.

When I looked at her she looked right back at me. But her eyes….oh god those eyes. I don't even know if I could describe them. They seemed…too old for her. Like they knew things they shouldn't know. It seemed that she knew me…knew me so well. With only one glance into my eyes.

I had to look away.

I felt like she was sucking knowledge out of my brain. Completely draining me. Drowning me in my own thoughts.

But after that