The touch of the creature was like the worst Winter as the hand was cold like ice. Belle could feel her body turning cold by every passing second as the creature was trying to get her soul out of the body.
"Your mother wasn't understanding, was she?" asked the creature with a soft whisper.
Belle was trying to learn to keep her soul inside her so that it wouldn't be sucked in by the creature who was looking at her, the way her mother would have looked at her if she were still alive.
"She was not understanding but you have been so forgiving," said the creature, leaning forward to take a whiff of the soul that was in Belle and a smile appeared on her lips, "She pushed you into doing things you were not comfortable with. Sitting with the relatives, talking to your cousins who often bullied you. She knew everything, yet she did nothing even when she knew how people were trying to embarrass you."
