#ammacrellin

I blame my mother.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

“I hurt,” She squealed, and twirled out onto the street, spinning flamboyantly, her head back, her arms outstretched like a swan. 

“ I LOVE IT!” She s c r e a m e d. The echo ran down the street, where my mother’s house stood watch on the corner.

Ann and Natalie died because Adora payed attention to them. Amma could only view it as a raw deal. Amma, who had allowed my mother to sicken her for so long.

Amma controlled Adora by letting Adora sicken her. In return she demanded uncontested love and loyalty.

No other little girls allowed.

For the same reasons she murdered Lilly Burke. Because, Amma suspected, I liked her better.

You can come up with four thousand other guesses, of course, about why Amma did it. In the end, the fact remains: Amma enjoyed hurting.

"I like violence," she'd shrieked at me.

I blame my mother. A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.