The Girl with the Knife 🗡️ 9️⃣

PART NINE — THE LAST DREAM The girl screamed. She dropped the knife. It hit the floor with a sharp— CLANG. But the two little girls didn't move. They simply stared at her. One of them was crying. The other was smiling. Then the crying girl whispered: “Don't trust her.” The girl froze. “Who?” The little girl pointed behind her. Slowly, she turned. Her mother stood there. But she wasn't old anymore. She was seventeen years younger. And she was holding something in her hands. A silver pendant. The same pendant around the girl's neck. “No…” her mother whispered. The girl stepped backward. “Mum?” Her mother looked directly at her. And screamed: “YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER!” Suddenly, the kitchen changed. The walls darkened. The floor became covered in blood. The chopping board appeared on the table. Two carrots. One knife. Just like her dream. Then the little girl with the smile walked toward her. “Amy?” she whispered. The little girl shook her head. “That's what she called me.” The girl frowned. “Then what's your name?” The little girl smiled. And pointed at the other child. “Ask her.” The crying girl slowly lifted her head. Her face was covered in tears. Then she spoke. “My name is Amy.” The girl's heart stopped. She looked at the smiling child. “Then who are you?” The smile disappeared. The little girl stepped closer. And whispered: “You.” The girl stumbled backward. “No…” “You forgot.” “No!” “You forgot who held the knife.” The kitchen went silent. Then— CHOP. The sound came from behind her. She turned. Her mother was chopping carrots. Exactly like the dream. The woman lifted the knife. And suddenly the girl's memory returned. She saw herself as a little girl. She saw Amy. She saw the knife. She saw the blood. And then— she saw herself throwing the knife. Not at Amy. At their mother. Her mother screamed. The little girl Amy grabbed her hand. And together, they ran. The girl gasped. “That wasn't a dream…” Amy appeared beside her. “No.” Amy leaned close to her ear. “It was your memory.” The girl stared at the blood-covered kitchen. “But why can't I remember?” Amy smiled. “Because Mum made sure you wouldn't.” A loud knock suddenly came from the front door. KNOCK. Everyone froze. Another knock. KNOCK. Her mother looked terrified. Then a voice came from outside. A woman's voice. Old. Familiar. “You promised me one child.” The girl's blood ran cold. Her mother whispered: “She's back.” The front door slowly opened by itself. And standing outside was the old woman. She looked directly at the girl. Then smiled. “You finally remembered, Eni.” The girl stared at her. “Eni?” The old woman tilted her head. “No…” Her smile widened. “That isn't your name.” And behind the girl, Amy whispered: “Run.” Part 🔟 final ............

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