Emmi: Mother

“Thank you, Emmi.” She smiles at me.

“Don’t thank me. Thank yourself for everything you did to me. I know I said you could walk, but I lied. I thought maybe it was time I did that myself. Say one thing and mean something different. Make out like I love you and don’t want you hurt while secretly planning to kill you.” I pick up the cloth and lighter, and someone’s hand grasps mine from behind.

“You will burn yourself, little kitten, let me.” Gunner smiles at me. “I have an idea that will help.” He takes the cloth and grabs a dagger. He stabs through the fabric before lighting it and handing it back to me.

“The daggers need a much higher temperature to do anything, but the blade will be hot enough to burn.” I take it from him and step closer to my mum.

“Emmi, I’m your mum! You can’t kill your mum!” She looks at me, panicking, trying to break free of the restraints.

“Mum. Funny word that, right? So because you’re my mum, I can’t kill you, but you, as my mother, can kill me, your daughter