My Mother, The Monster

edge of my thoughts. It felt like a dress rehea

strange, unsettling calm about her. It was after a fight, a

to concede,

" she' d said, her voice too

allergic to peanuts. Severely. Mom knew this. She' d been there during my fi

aw myself hesitate. "Mo

d butter, just for you. See?" She' d pointed to a di

ey held a gleam, a c

, Mom was lying. But the fight had been so exhausting. The desir

ou sur

ou're too thin." Her voice was f

d picked up a cookie. The "deal" was peace, the

d eat

her throat almost immediately

her expressio

ah had gasped, her voi

ack to the sink, humming softly

breath, the world narrowing to a pinpoint. The terrifying rea

A strange, flo

Sarah' s consciousness saw her own

Yes, something's happened to Sarah. I think

grief. Just..

The sound of his car skidding to a halt

Sarah!" His voice

ace a mask of horror and disbelief. He k

the counter, dabbing at her eyes with a

d' s voice was a low

She just collapsed!" Mom' s

wed his dawning, sickening realization. The casual placement

ace in his premonition-min

, to Mom' s feigned te

him. The sound was pur

ies, but Dad' s grief was too immense, too po

, leaving me shaking and cold in my