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She threw clothes into plastic bags whilst sweat was left to drip down her pale face.0
She can't be back again...
Thoughts filled her mind.
What should I do? Why is this happening?
Am I crazy?
"Mummy" Her son raised from her bed "What are you doing? We can't move again... I have friends "
She sighed "Honey, everything I do is for you.. You know that right. "
The little boy slouched down with aiserable face and gathered his belongings.
"Time to go sweetheart" She held his hand while walking towards the door with the bags in her other hand.
The boy suddenly stopped walking and his mother turned around to see him pointing at photos scattered across the kitchen floor. Her heart skipped a beat as she got a closer look.
Photos of her son everywhere but one caught her eye, it was a photo of her son asleep with what it seems to be an old woman's hand holding his eyes fiercely open. She quickly picked up her son, not letting him look at the printed photos and raced out the door slamming it shut, leaving everything behind. Her heart pounding as she didn't know what to do.
Everything around her went black.
She gasped for air waking up in her bed.
Just a dream...
She put her arm over her son who also lay in her bed, but something didn't feel right.
She pulled the blanket that was covering his head.
That is not my son...
She screamed for her life but nothing seemed to come out.
Trapped.
