Deadly Choice

Date: 9/3/2018

I had the option to kill my mother, or my five friends. She wanted to eat them for breakfast. I was holding a stone like seed pit. I threw it at a girl. It hit her face and she fell over. I threw again but less accurate. It knocked a girl in the shoulder. My third throw went straight into my mothers face. Stones were doing nothing so I began punching her with all my worth. She barely seemed to recoil. I kept hitting and hitting, the girls revolted with stones and seeds, hitting the guards. My dream mother began looking more like my mother. Glasses formed. I grabbed them off her face and broke them. I felt terrible. I couldn’t bit her anymore.