Inspired by a prompt answer by Angel Aller through Creative Writing Contest in Facebook
“I am not so sure I can do this honey.” Molly said in a petrified voice. Her hands were shaking. She turned around to look at her husband, still sleeping at his side of the bed. But before she could wake him up, her son touched her hand. “Mom, I am scared. Please, help me.”
Her maternal instincts crept up. Daniel was in danger. She had to protect her son. She dropped her feet from the bed to the ground and took a shaky step towards her bedroom door. Once again, she looked back to her husband. “Mom…” the shaky voice was enough to proper her forward without waking her husband.
She opened the door and walked down the hall. Taking a detour to the kitchen, she grabbed the biggest butcher’s knife she could grab hold off and walked towards her son’s bedroom. She was just about to turn the doorknob to her son’s bedroom when her husband rushed to her side and held her back.
It took all of his strength to restrain Molly from killing their baby. “Molly, you need to calm down and take your medicines. Daniel is not in our room. He is sleeping in his room. You were about to kill your own son based on the voices you are hearing.”
