After I Play Dead My Four Moms Break Novels & Stories

My mother dropped the smile, reached over, and yanked hard at my shell's arm. "Stop playing dead. Get back and prep for the Water Trial this afternoon." She turned to leave, and at that moment a faint sound reached my ears. Click. It was the sound of wolf bones setting rigid, of muscle fibers beginning to contract. A death countdown that only a wandering soul can hear.

When I'm five, my parents move to the city so my younger sister can go to preschool. They leave me behind in a mountain village with my grandma, who has dementia. Before they go, Dad orders me to take care of Grandma, even though she barely knows where she is, and to look after the house and the yard. Mom tells me I'm the big sister, so I need to be a good girl. She promises that once they have money, they'll bring me to the city too. I don't want them to go, so I cling to Mom's leg and beg her with everything I have. "Mom, please, I don't want to be away from you." Tears and snot run down my face, smearing across her 400-dollar dress. She scolds me for being a brat, spanks me until my b

"Erm, what I meant was that, your Mom is dead. I'm sorry dear, you need to take heart" "What?! Umma is dead? No way!!!". I pushed her and slump myself roughly beside my Mom's cold body on the bed. "Mom please wake up and tell me what she is saying is not true. You can't be dead right? You can't abandon me and leave too. Remember? You had promised me, you told me you'll always be there with me, please answer me! Talk to me! Why aren't you saying anything?! Open your eyes and talk to your favorite daughter, you can't do this to me Mom please, am begging you please just open your eyes for my sake!"

"Don't worry. It will pass. He just thought of an unpleasant moment." "Margaret, tell me, what happened to his mother? I asked her. "I don't think I'm the one to tell you this." "Richard won't tell me. I want to know so I can get to know him better. Please tell me." She sighed. "Some of Richard's enemies killed her, Laura." she told me. "Richard tried to do something, but he couldn't save her.." "But ... how did it happen?" I couldn't believe it. "One day he came home and didn't find her. He only found a videotape next to her bed." she sighed again. "He released it ... and he had to watch his mother cry for help...."

I remember when my mom, the twins and I would curl up on the big couch in front of the TV and watch gossip shows and music videos while we ate junk food and talked about everything. l also remember the day I walked into my house and found my mom's body lying in the living room under a pool of her own blood. I remember how I threw myself on top of her and how I begged her not to die. Uselessly, of course. I suddenly burst out with a horrible cry and gasp loudly for the air that has escaped me. I walk to the exact spot where she was lying just to make this even more dramatic and painful and I drop there just like that day, except now I can't hug her and scream incoherent things. I can only cry

"Mom it's me Claire '' I said but then still there was no reply. I shrugged and grabbed the door knob for me to notice that the door was already open. I slowly pushed it open. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed and pressed my hands on my face as I crashed into the wall seeing that my mom and Dad were lying dead on the floor in the pool of their own blood and both their hearts removed and placed on their chest.......

I can’t save him as like I can’t save you mom. Today I lost a greatest mom and a loving brother. I’m sorry to say mom but you both were too selfish. You both didn’t think for us. You both didn’t think that what will we do after you. Dad and I are too broken. You both broke us. Mom everyone says that death is unknown to them. But I know mom what death is. Death is like when I don’t listen you calling me beside my bed to wake me up. Death is like when I can’t love you. Death is like when I don’t see you in my home. Death is like when I don’t see Joe playing and teasing me. I know how death looks like. I know mom.

Pressing my lips close to her ear, I whispered softly, my voice shaking with desperation, "Mom, please don't... I don't want you to die. Please, Mom. I'm begging you. Live, just live, okay?" My voice quivered, filled with a mix of fear and pleading. I wanted so badly for her to live, for her to keep going. I was already gone, I couldn't bear to see Mom follow the same path. And then, something changed. I don't know if she truly heard me or if it was just a moment of clarity breaking through her grief, but her body suddenly froze, and the syringe in her hand slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. Tears streaming down her face, she looked into the empty space around her, her voice cr

He is playing with me so I don't do anything to him. "I don't believe you! Mom is dead! I saw her dead body.. What you're trying to do is manipulate me! I saw her dead body with my own eyes.. " How can I forget the day when mom died? I saw her dead body on the stretcher.. He shook his head..

My breath came in short, painful gasps. My mother was dead. It was true. All the denial, all the hope, all the desperate prayers—none of it mattered. She was gone. I reached forward, my hands shaking as I touched her face. She was cold. So, so cold. Tears blurred my vision. "Mom?" My voice was barely a whisper. "Mom, wake up." No response. "Mom, please." My fingers clutched the sheet, as if pulling it tighter around her would somehow bring her warmth back. "Please, wake up. You can’t—you can’t be gone. Not like this. Not without me. Not without happiness. Not like this!"