The Beldam

EPILOGUE

I don't remember how I got here. I don't remember anything really. All I know is that I live in this world where I can mold everything into anything I want to. A perfect world. A perfect world where the sun never shines, and is replaced with a hazy moon. Forever night. A world where I... Have buttons for eyes and long spiders legs, so metallic and sharp, one touch to human skin and I can easily make them bleed. I was the only thing in this world that wasn't perfect. I was ugly. I was weak. I was weak only after years of not eating the soul of a human child. A soul so pure and light, that not even the depressing weight of life has gotten to it yet. Sure, it is insane to kill a child. But I have to survive. Why though? What was my purpose in this world? Was my soul purpose only to live in this horrid Pink Palace and never to leave it, with the constant reminder of the tiny door downstairs in the living room that leads to a better life?! No. I was put in this world for a reason. I am a witch. I am... A Beldam. If I wanted to be one or not I had no say in the matter. it is who I am and what I have been for 300 years. I have killed three innocent children who have lived in the Pink Palace of the other World. The non-perfect world of theirs. They left it for me. the last little girl... She was so sweet and pretty. She had a twin sister. A sister who had .missed her deadly after I.. no! I will not think of that. I will only think of the way I will catch my next victim. No...I hated calling them that. I mean, my children. I am their other mother. And the next  child who steps foot inside the Pink Palace, will be my new child.
I will sew the buttons in their eyes and be dine with them. Then on to the next. And the next. And the next... And the next......