deathbed

They left no bread behind to find their way back home.

She pointed to the woods.

“Do you want to go in there?”

He held his breath. “Mom doesn’t want me to go in there. She said there are werewolves hiding everywhere.”

She took his hand. He jerked it away from hers. “Mom doesn’t want me to go in there.” He repeated. “She said they come out on full moon nights.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. MY mom says there are no werewolves. She says God is the only truth. Don’t be silly!” she grasped his hand again, and he paced behind her.

“I can hear the werewolf cry”, he whispered with terror.

“Shush.”

“They’re coming for us.”

It’s all your fault.

It’s not my fault.

God loves us.

Werewolves like blood.

It’s all your fault.

“You’ll die like a hero”.

There is no such thing as God in the woods.

Mom said they don’t exist.

Mom says it’s all your fault.

Hush. 

Hush…

Author's Note

please ignore grammar mistakes