sometimes you wondered if it was ever your parenting that made tom the way he is. did you do something wrong that made him choose violence and power?

you stared and the bloodied scene with horrified eyes as your son came up close and crooned at you. “oh mother..you said you never wanted to leave me alone again. i was just fulfilling your wish.”

when he mock pouted it made you think of the times when he’d pull that when he was first adopted by you. the easier times.

“now you get to stay by side and never age..isn’t that great?” he gently cupped the back of your neck so he could pull you into his embrace.

“it’s okay mother. this was how it always was supposed to go; you were always supposed to have a piece of my soul reside inside of you.”