You watch in horror as she whips around and drags your writhing mother, by her arms. you open your mouth in silent screams and she slowly brings her close to you, and takes away her life. 

 

Her body crashes to the floor at your feet. You can't help, you fall to your knees beside to her and scream, "Mom! Mom! Mom!" As you sob over her dead form. 

 

"You see, I have power over your life. I always have. I mean, this all started with me." 

 

"What are you talking about?" You ask through your tears. 

 

"Oh, well, little Andy died because of my doings." She smiles down at you. 

 

You wanted to scream at her, call her every nasty word you could think of, but you were drained, beyond screaming. Beyond fighting. Beyond everything. 

 

"Didn't you ever wonder why he would cross the road, even when you told him not too?" 

 

She laughs and walks away. But turns around and faces you. 

 

"I wanted to make you suffer, I wanted you to feel the pain that I suffered." 

 

She smiles, showing her teeth. And crouches down infront of you. "But I'll show mercy." 

 

She took hold of the candle closes to her and threw it and your bed, the soft pillows and blankets go up in flames. You try to stand up, but find that you can't move. 

 

"Happy roasting!" she said cheerfully before walking out of the room. 

 

Her retreating figure is the last thing you see before passing out from the smoke.