"How can u see if you are fooled by the deception of the world. The veil child we have to remove the veil..."
Her eyes darted around as if in fear or in as much confusion with her own words as the four year old girl she was trying to justify her actions to. Finally her eyes settle on her granddaughter who if not blinded by a love with an irrational basis of blood would see how unfocused they were. They ignored her look of desperation and silent plea, probably intentionally with a feeling of guilt and instead focused on something behind her.
"If this is what I must do...."
the words were muttered more than said and an arm decorated with wrinkles, battle scars of time raised to reinforce them.The little girl was not so little to not turn ashen at the sight of the glittering knife above her. Reflecting the sun from a near by window it shined so bright that in future it would make her swear she saw the light. Hesitation which appeared to be a family trait froze them there in place. Her arm still in the air quivered unable to hold the knife which made one wonder if she would be able to carry the guilt of what she was planning to do. With hope and a naivety we will blame age for the little girl stood there searching in the broken woman before her remnants of someone she knew before attempting to flee.
"Its what i must do.."
The chant broke the hiatus and caused the knife to descend. Frozen by fear now the girl just stood there heart beating so loud she could hear it over the pounding of the door that trapped her but not so loud to deafen her screams. Struggling, Kicking, crying, begging, scratching, bleeding aided neither of them.
"She actually did it...but the old woman should have tied her up."