I wrote this today, I don't think anyone with children or that likes kids awfully a lot should read this.

you have been warned. So don't come and bitch to me afterwards.

so you brave people that wants to read this story, enjoy please (:

The lady and her child sat by the river bend and was busy cleaning the families clothes in the cold water. It had been a very hectic day in the City of Death so the mother felt she was finally at eeze, she was alone with her son and the water that was playing so wildly made the most beautiful of sounds.
On the day that have laid upon them the family had to bring in the food for the other only company and some private people in the city and also take care of the mansion. The servants had not been doing well so the father had to end their buisness with them. So now the lady and her child had to take care of the mansion until they found some new servants and in the city of death that can be pretty hard.
Even tho the family ran a huge buissness in the village they didn't achiev money, but this city didn't run on cash they used food and items you need to survive instead of money, the father didn't give the lady and her child anything. Even tho the child was his and the lady was his wife. So the lady had to work real hard to be able to take care of herself and her child, and also the work at the mansion. The father used her every evening for his own pleasures and desires, he also wanted a new child because the first one was born mute and therefore was useless. But in a mothers eye her child will never be useless. The lady couldn't fight back her husband, she was to weak from giving birth from the first child and even tho the child have grown a couple of years the strength the lady had before was now gone.
Maybe you think she would hate the child of ruining her? but no that is not how Claire feels, she tells her son every night before he is going to sleep that he was an angel blessed to this earth and that she would always love him, afterwards she always sang an lullaby, and it goes something like this;

"Dream my dearest little one, dream...
A beautiful dream of a flower petal rain
Become a pretty butterfly and beat your wings..
dream like an angel little one it is time to sleep."

And when she sang those words like if it was a spell the child quickly ran asleep. When so she kissed him on his forehead and whispered from her rose petal like lips "I love you"

By the time the child just grown into the age of four Mary became pregnant once more, the father was filled with over joy and spread the word all over the city, finally a normal child would grow to be under his wings, that was what he said at least. And on the day Mary had her newest child, a little baby daughter, the father decided it was time to get rid of the first born. He was to sick and ugly to be able to take over the father's place when the father's time had passed, the child was useless to him and always have been.

the child that was named Charles wasn't let to see his mother when his baby sister joined them all in this world, he was stressed and worried for both of his baby sister and mother. He sat in his room and after hours of thinking he felt he needed to see them!
he sneaked through the whole mansion unnoticed and when he came to the master bedroom where his mother and baby sister should be he slid the door open and peeked inside.
On the old wooden bed laid a beautiful creature with blond golden hair with dazing curls, her eyes was sky blue and was shimmering with delight. Her skin was as beautiful as the silky newmade creme and her cheeks was blushing red. It was his mother Claire, he ran quickly over to her side with tears in his eyes, he had missed his mother terribly much. Claire softly laughed and looked down at the boy that clung to her ever so tightly. She looked over by the master bathroom, in there was the father and he wouldn't be very satisfied with the boys present. She looked back at her son and made an sssch sound, he looked at her and she pointed down at her arms, she was holding something that the Charles hadn't noticed.
Through his teary eyes he looked at what it was she was pointing at and noticed his little baby sister, she was as cute as and baby plum! he smile wide and Mary felt her heart was overflowing with joy. But the pleasent time they had with each other quickly ended when the door to the bathroom door opened. Mary looked down at her son and whispered "Get out my child!" but it was to late, father had already noticed Charles present and had an tight grip around his wrist.
"Good, I was planing to have a word with you Charles" the father said with a harsh voice, Charles looked scared to his mother and the mother tried to calm him down with a warm smile even tho she was worried for the fate of her son.
Father pulled him into the bathroom but not closing the door, he sat down on his knees and put his big old hands on the young childs shoulders and looked into his eyes. "Charles, you are an disgrace to this family and certainly are not needed here in this mansion anymore." He said with an disgusting warm and calming voice, it was as he was trying to comfort Charles with that sentence even tho it was horrible. Claire climbed quickly out from the bed even tho she was dizzy and everything hurt, she had just given birth. She laid her beautiful baby down on a pillow then tried to walk over to the bathroom. Charles looked at his mother and tried to ask for her aid but only wheezing sounds came out, his father stood up and looked at the boy with disgusted eyes. He snapped the childs neck in brutal force and the most horrible sound beyond imaginable echoed through the mansion's walls. Claire cried out and tripped over her own night gown, she crawled over to her son and held him tightly in his arms. She was still bleeding horribly a lot from giving birth that had just happened an hour ago before the horrible crime of a childs death. Father walked past them with not even glancing at them, he picked up his baby daugther and left the room.
Claire cried and cried, the tears went streaming down her face and there was no stop. Her beautiful child was still breathing but he would soon die and they both know it. The child looked up at his mother and tried to smile but when he did so his heart went to a stop and he was no more. Claire screamed out in pain and agony her treasure was taken from her and would never come back.
With hours that passed the body of the child was now cold even tho the mother never left his side for once, she only sat there crying and wheeping beggin him to come back to her but when he didn't do as she asked she decided he was only sleeping. So she did what she always did, "You were blessed by the angels and send you here to find me my son, I will always love you my dearest prince but it is time to sleep" The she started to sing on the lullaby she always sang for him.

"Dream my dearest little one, dream...
A beautiful dream of a flower petal rain
Become a pretty butterfly and beat your wings..
dream like an angel little one it is time to sleep."

She put her tiny and red colored hands on the sides of his head and then kissed him on his forehead like she always did, "Goodnight my dearest prince, I love you and I'll see you again tomorrow."

I'm confused... the mother's name? What is it? Mary or Claire? Very confusing...