Chatterbox: Inkwell

[Choco's theme thread]

My mother shoved my head under the tree branch and we continued running through the forest. "Hurry, Hurry!" she muttered. Andria and Yow ran along with me, though they didn't need to run. I was the third child. I deserved to die. It was all my fault. I shouldn't be alive. Father should have had some pity, some mercy. He was a government official. When they issued the law when I was five, he ordered me dead or he would kill my mother. And now we were running away from him, the man my mother loved, the man who raised my siblings. And now, the man who wanted us dead. Gunshots were heard behind us. Mother screamed, and so did we. We knelt to the ground and held up our dieing mother. "Mama. Don't go. Don't go. Please don't go." Andria cried softly. Yow picked me up and put me in his lap and I cried into his shirt. Tears dropped on my golden brown hair. A hard, familiar voice was heard about a league away. "I warned you. And now she's dead." Father didn't even feel guilt. He had just killed his own wife and didn't regret it at all. Leaving his three children on the run, alone and wanted dead. He killed her. He killed her.