Over the dining counters, you called your son over for breakfast. When the 1 counter that hovered above your son’s head as red, you couldn’t help to wonder what has happened and who did he killed. The sudden tingling sensation of fear rumbled through every living nerve of your body as you poured his milk over the cereal.

“Son, how are you doing over school?” You asked casually, while chills went down the spine.

“Mom,” he called innocently, “I don’t know if school is for me,” he paused for a while, looking at his cereal, thinking deeply about what happened yesterday at the school backyard.

That interaction firmed up all the fears you had for your kid. A plateau of emotions came down gushing in your mind and you tried getting a grip of the positivity just so you could get your mind wrapped up as a role of a good mother. However, as you struggled for the positivity, you’re battling with the fears you had. Is he a psychopath who has recently learnt about killing? Would he be targeting me next if I don’t behave to how he wants? All these thoughts were never ending fears that you’ve tried to struggle to put it off at the back of your mind.

“Yesterday, police found a dead body in a preschool last night. There were multiple wounds on the body and police is seeking any witnesses around the area to assist in the investigation. Next up…” and the sounds from the television silenced in your mind.

Was that my son’s doing?

Actually I didn’t planned on writing it dark, it just somehow rambled through my mind as I was typing the words out. Lol.

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Staring back at them with googly eyes, he wailed loudly as a sign of his insecurities. He wasn’t still able to trust them. “I want Mommy. I want MOMMY!”

“But, Mommy has gone into the light. Didn’t you remember?” One of the monsters responded as cautiously as possible, noting that it may break the child’s heart further.

In that instance, Tom had a flashback. He saw Mommy laying on the floor with bright red stains on her chin, coughing as she tried to lift her finger to reach out to her son. An unknown man was beside her, breathing profusely as he glared sternly at her. Sensing danger, Tom ran as quickly as his short legs could and hid under the bed where all his forgotten toys surrounded him as disguise. There were heavy multiple thuds which vibrated on the floor. Tom could hear them distinctively as he pressed his ears hard to the ground. A faint shadow approached near him, and Tom held his breath for the longest time, especially when he saw those bloody boots from his view.

“Damn, where did that kid go?” The man was ravaging the room, opening every cabinet doors violently. Since he couldn’t find him, he left swiftly to search other areas. That’s when Tom started to break down internally, crying silently until all lights dimmed out.

Indeed, Mommy has gone into the light. She was gone forever and never would be able to be by his side.