Yorick:
My heart stopped beating the moment she told me that she trusted me. Holding the needle and piercing it into her hurt me more than I knew it hurt her.
I felt guilty. I felt ridiculous. I felt disgusted.
But I had made a deal with my mother, and I knew she would not let me out of it that easily. Once she planned something, she wanted it done.
When I moved, I carried Clementine and laid her down on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.
Then, silently, I reached the bathroom and splashed some water on my face before stepping out and heading toward the exit.
Once I was outside, I noticed my mother standing there, waiting for me.
"How did it go?" my mother asked, her eyes widening with hope.
"She was really upset with me," I uttered.
"Well, that is fine. You don't have to think about it anymore," my mother added, trying to comfort me.
"But mother, she was crying," I said.
