You're Alive *part 2*

her stepfather yanked off the flimsy silk material that had covered the lower half of her face. He had done it in a playful manner and was now white as a ghost. He quickly stood up as if someone had burned him with scalding hot water and stumbled.

"You...you're alive!"

She stood up quickly. She didn't know if he was going to call for the guards. She had to do something.

"Yes! I am alive! My mother is not. What did you do to her?To us?"

"I did nothing! Nothing ! It was you! You killed her and then tried to kill yourself."

"No! Stop lying! Stop saying that!" She screamed, and reached for her knife.

It wasn't there. She saw the gold hilt of the blade gleam in the candlelight as her