The Land Of Kaito

Denial

"You're not mad, you know," my mom whispered, "I can hear them too."

Well THAT was comforting, considering she was locked up in an asylum.

All of a sudden, she grasped my arm and squeezed it really tight. She wouldn't let go.

I panicked and started to struggle.

"Mom! Let go of me!" I yelled.

"The time is coming......." Alice hissed.

"Time? Time for what?"

I was terrified. The bright and sunny day had suddenly become very dark and not so inviting.

"He's coming..."

"Who is? Who's he?" I demanded.

My mom let of of my arm and started to throw things. She threw herself against the gate repeatedly, then she grabbed a knife and pointed it at her chest.

"Mom! MOM!" I screamed.

I tried to pry her hands from the knife but it was no use: she had an iron-like grip. Then I saw the look in her eyes and I realized: this was not my mother's doing. Someone or something was doing this to her.

"Stop!" I nearly burst into tears, "Please, stop it!"

Aunt Claire came rushing over to my side and it was sunny again.

"Alice!" she cried, "Oh my gosh!"

A woman came in right behind my Aunt.

"Whatever is the matter?" she demanded, "You should- oh!"

"Nada, can you do something?"

"Yes, I can but I must say something. I'm afraid this is for your ears only, Claire." Nada replied. They went over to a corner and started to talk quietly.

I crawled over to my mom, making sure she was okay. She had dropped the knife and was now sitting cross-legged, a look of fright in her eyes.

"Promise me something, Giselle," Alice looked at me.

"Yes, mom?" I was curious.

"Don't touch the daisies," she said.

Don't touch the daisies? That made no sense at all.

"Giselle," Aunt Claire called me quietly, "it's time to go."