I screamed, cried and fought as the police took me away in handcuffs.
Psychopath, lunatic, they’d called me after finding my 6 year old son tied up and locked in our basement.
They just don’t get it. They don’t understand what a wonderful mother I am.
They don’t know how much I care. Not just about my son, but about everyone.
As I sit in the back of the police cruiser, I begin to sob even harder as I see an officer carry my precious son from our home.
I tried to save him.
I tried to save them.
But there’s no more I can do.
The full moon will rise in 3 hours.
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Credits to: WickedMermaid
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