"Mikayla, no" My mother says as I walk by her with a grin on my face.
"I'm not a baby any more mom, I'm 16 almost 17." I growl, she has always treated me like a small child for no reason at all.
"I know, but you'll always be my little baby" She says, hugging me.
I hate being hugged, it feels like someone is going to squeeze you to death.
I know she means well, but its a little much.
Hello...
Hello...
Who are you...?
Who am I...?
I am death...
I am the darkness that haunts your dreams...
I am the dark princess...