Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

     I told my mom in the morning while we were having the first meal,  "Mother...  I will be long gone... " Who else will I tell? I have no one else except her.  Her.  My mother. She placed her drink on the tablecloth. While she was thinking of a response,  I was watching the tablecloth getting soaked because of the thawing ice in her drink.  All she said is, "Hmm...  I don't think so.  There is no civilization anywhere around here for miles. " All I was thinking was, she doesn't know what's gonna happen next.  My secret  about why I want to leave. No one cares. No one knows. Later on at night I'm going to flee at twelve PM.  My mom would do something I don't want to hear. I don't want to witness.  I don't want feel. I don't want to do anything with...