She was a kind and beautiful woman.
Her life was perfect until her marriage.
Her mother never liked the man she married.
Her husband wasn't rich, and so they moved away and worked in a little town.
Soon, she gave birth to a child and Pandora's box was opened.
Something must've happened, something terrible, something that changed her from a kind woman to a crazy psychopath.
One day she went home and told her parents that she and the man had divorced.
The faint candlelight from the birthday candles cast warm sparks over the dusty marble floors of the house. This light was supposed to mean celebration and happiness, but today the usually comfortable silence was replaced with an uncomfortable eeriness.
It was her son's birthday. But the child wasn't there, he was with his father.
She knelt on the ground, tears streamed down her cheeks, her hair was a mess, falling in front of her face. She couldn't take it, that child was all she had. Now she had nothing.
"I need to go back for my son," she declared at dinner one evening.
"Are you crazy? You have no idea what he'll do if he sees you!" her father cried.
"Then you don't know me at all." she sneered.
It was a dark and eerie midnight when she decided to act.
She crept down the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky second step. She snuck into her mother's bedroom, not making a single sound as she tiptoed across the wooden floor. She quickly pulled out the top drawer of the bedside table and grabbed the jewelry case. She gingerly fingered the smooth as she made her way out of the house.
Silently, she walked to the side of the road and waved at a passing car.
Woosh. The driver rolled down the car window, she tried to look normal but failed miserably.
"Can you take me to third street?"
"That's a long way from here," the driver grunted.
"It's important," she said, dangling a golden chain in front of him.
The driver's eyes widened.
Click. The car door opened.
She climbed into the car.
Not once did she look back and realize that her family had already noticed her absence.
"The jewels are gone!" came her mother's scream.
"She must've gone back for her child!" her father cried.
"What if he finds her!" her mother sobbed, collapsing onto the sofa.
"Don't worry, I'll go after her," her father said comfortingly.
Soon, he was speeding down the road. An hour later, he reached the home of his daughter's husband. He rushed from the car and peered through the window.
The house was still and silent. There were no signs of life, no birds singing in the trees, nothing. The house was empty as if no one had ever lived there at all.
And that's when he knew that she was gone forever.
Swish. A crow flew above signaling that someone's life was over.