Mother

The time was coming soon. She couldn't even bear to think about it. Nothing but stress, worry, and fear are in the air for everyone around this time. Dahlia sat up slowly from her spot beside her husband in bed. Praying he wouldn't hear her she crept from beneath the blankets and tiptoed out the bedroom. Across the hall, she turned the doorknob to her daughter's room and peeked inside at the sleeping girl. With a soft sniffle, she stared at her face for a moment. And just for a moment, all her worries had washed away. Just for a moment.

“What are you doing?”. Dahlia gasps sharply and flips around, meeting her husband's sharp gaze “My God, Louis” she whispers. “What are you doing?” He asks again. She blinked and sighed, that look in his eye always killed her “…Just checking on her” Dahlia replied softly “Dahlia, I told you about this-” “I know I know” she shook her head “ I just can't help but worry”.

Louis stared down at her fragile form “They won't pick our house… they won’t pick our daughter”. His large hand rested on her cheek rubbing with his thumb. Dahlia nods “… They won’t…”.

When the sun woke so did Dahlia. It was her routine. She woke up before her family so she could make breakfast, lunch boxes, and iron uniforms. A natural caretaker is what she had always been called. As she tapped seasoning onto the scrambled eggs in the pot before her a soft smile made its way onto her lips. “RAWR!” Dahlia screams and whips around finding her daughter laughing loudly. “Rosy!” “Sorry, Mom” she giggles, her smile bright and charming.

Dahlia couldn't even be upset. She simply chuckles and rolls her eyes “Sit down so you can eat, please” “What’d you make today? Eggs with no shells? Finally!”. Dahlia laughs and so does Rose “That was one time!” “I choked on it!”. The pair share their hearty laughter before a knock on the front door interrupts the moment. Dahlia fans herself as she approaches the door. Upon opening the front door her smile immediately drops at the sight of 2 tall men dressed in black suits.

“Dahlia Delver?” one of them spoke, tone flat and emotionless. Dahlia gulps before nodding “This household has been chosen for The Final Destination. The youngest member of the household must come with us for execution, you may join them if you’d like”

Her eyes went wide as she stared up at them. The youngest member of the household? Her 10-year-old baby girl has been picked for death… No.

Dahlia’s eyes water before she reaches into the pocket of her apron and pulls out a large kitchen knife. Quickly, she forces it into the first man's neck and flinches as blood oozes out of his neck. “Mom!?”. The last thing Dahlia saw was that terrified look on her baby's face as the shot was fired and pierced through Dahlia’s chest.