A grin appeared on my moms dark skin, the knife gleaming in the light as she waved it in front of my eyes.
“Ah hija, you dont think your mother will stick to her words?” she asked me grimly.
“No momma, no momma you do.” I cried as she held the knife to my neck.
“And what did your momma tell you.” she said, the blade inchinig closer to my skin.
“That…” I lost my voice, I was shaking, I was scared.
“Yes?” she asked her voice rhaspy.
“I’d, that I’d end up like Jenny.” her name made my body cringe.
“Very good.” she said through clenched teeth. I could feel the cold metal of the blade on my neck. She looked at me questioningly. I closed my eyes, thinking of Jenny.
“Maybe Jenny should of been the one to live.” she said studying my face. My heart broke in two and my breathing stopped, I could feel the air escape my lungs with every gasp I tried to take.
“Do you want to go to the store?” she asked me smirking. That was what she told Jenny before she killed her. I closed my eyes the scene replaying.