Sixty-Eight

Sixty-Eight

Naomi

I flung myself to my bed sobbing loudly, my throat burning as I screamed into my pillow, everything crashing down at once. First Seth, then mama, now my real mother. Everything I touched died, and every time I found a reason to live, it got stolen from me.

I was just beginning to smile again. I was just beginning to heal. I should have found a way to convince her to leave that cottage, but she was scared he was going to find her.

I had no idea he was going to find us either way. I was just beginning to feel mother's love again since mama fell sick, and now it's gone. Everyone I love is gone.

Maybe I should leave too.

My feet got up on their own accord, and I walked to the bathroom, where the bleach was. Maybe I should just kill myself and the baby.

No. Everyone died so I could live. I cannot kill myself and put their sacrifices to waste.

I held the bleach in my hand, looking at it absentmindedly. I have to get out of here. I have to kill the king.

I have to put an