Hushed In Darkness

Lydia's mother lay on the worn mat, her breathing shallow and labored. 

"I'll miss you when I'm gone, little one," she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

The young girl frowned in confusion. 

"But where are you going?" she asked. Her mother had always promised she would never leave without her. Yet lately she kept talking about leaving someday-and now Lydia understood why.

Her mother was terribly sick. 

By nightfall her condition had grown much worse. Their father was nowhere to be found; he was a drunk who rarely came home, choosing instead to drown his nights in liquor. 

Whenever he did return, he was violent, beating Lydia's mother at every opportunity. Even when Lydia had run to him earlier, begging for help because her mother was ill, he had simply waved her away, caring only for his next bottle.

That night, rain hammered the roof like stones, and the village outside was pitch black and silent. No one in the village liked their family anyway. Lydia sat beside her mother, watching her struggle for every breath, fear tightening her chest.

"Mother, wait here. Let me get you some water," Lydia said, tears streaming down her face as she tried to stand.

Her mother's thin fingers suddenly clutched her wrist with surprising strength. "I'm fine, Lydia," she wheezed, coughing between the words. 

She was lying, and they both knew it.

"You're clearly not okay, Ma. Please let me go-I need to get you water."

"Lydia... forget the water. I have something to tell you."

Lydia sat back down, heart pounding. Tears kept falling.

"My beautiful princess," her mother said softly, "I know you'll feel lonely after tonight... but I promise I'll always be watching over you. I'll never truly leave you."