Mother Knows Best
Blood streamed down from his head to his toes. The unsanitary grey concrete floor was dyed red.
The scrawny killer slowly gnawed at his flesh, tearing and devouring the tendons and ligaments of his body.
I could only stand in horror at the sight before me.
“Oh, Judas, you’re up!” The murderer called out to me.
I could not reply at all. The gruesome view made my stomach churn as the gastric acids within me found their way to my throat and back.
She approached me, her teeth still gleaming crimson, and gave me a peck on the cheek.
She probably noticed the expression on my face.
“You see, son, there are times when sacrifices must be made. Only the strong will survive in this world we currently live in. Which is why I made your little brother, the weakest among you siblings thus far, avoid the hardships he would encounter as a weakling in society. He couldn’t scavenge for scraps of food, nor could he forage for sustenance on the fields.”
Silence was my only retort to Mother’s statement.
“Also, honey.” She might have realized my lack of contentment. “Food has grown scarce where we live. If only we had more food, then we wouldn’t have needed to do this. The less we are in the family, the more food there will be for each of us, and to keep you all alive, I had to get rid of the weakest link. Of course,” She then wiped her mouth on a piece of cloth, “we are sources of nutrients ourselves.”
She gave me one last peck on the cheek before she turned her back on me and made her way to her quarters.
“It’s time to get back to bed! Come on now, we have a whole day of rummaging for food tomorrow.”
She disappeared as her figure melded into the darkness.
“If what mother said is true then... If I’m able to get enough food for all of us, I wouldn’t have to lose any more of my family!”
Vigor and determination surged within me as I received a new purpose for life.
“As the eldest, I-I can’t let my siblings down!”
I won’t let them die. I’ll keep them alive.
***
“I guess it wasn’t a dream after all…”
As I woke up the next day, I scoured my surroundings in search of my little brother but to no avail. The place where the incident occurred still had streaks of blood; its odor poisoned the air.
Why did he have to die?
I then proceeded to the dining area. The midnight’s scavenging made a pile of food which was evenly distributed to the members of the family. Of course, Mother has more food since she’s growing quite old.
As everyone received their share of food, a question was raised by a sibling of mine.
“Mother, where’s John?”
She then put up a face of anguish. With tears streaming down her face, Mother replied to him.
“Your little brother, John, he...”
A deafening silence loomed over the room.
“He was attacked by a predator!”
“What?”
Well it truly was a predator that attacked him in the first place.
What am I thinking!? That’s not what I-
“I found his body this morning with scratches and bite marks all over! I’ve already taken his body far away so that you all wouldn’t have to see his condition...”
The silence continued.
“However...” Mother said, breaking the silence, “Let us not let his death leave us only grief and sorrow. His death has bestowed upon us an important lesson! We currently live in an environment scarce of food. Creatures in our vicinity are growing desperate for nutrition! Your little brother was too scrawny and weak and could not confront the dangers of the wild. We all must grow stronger in order to defend ourselves against them! We must gather as much food as we can! We must do this in the memory of your fallen brother!”
Why did mother have to lie about John?
Why do you think? Isn’t it obvious? She just wants to devour everyone else.
No! Stop it! Mother isn’t like that!
“Yes, Mother!” My siblings howled in tears as they vigorously scarfed through their servings.
***
Despite my firm belief of Mother’s innocence, I still made my way to her chambers that night after the midnight’s scavenging, just so I could silence the voice within me that doubted her.
Ironically, I was the one silenced.
I told you so.
Blood streamed down from his head to his toes. The unsanitary grey concrete floor was dyed red.
Mother slowly gnawed at his flesh, tearing and devouring the tendons and ligaments of his body.
I could only stand in horror at the sight before me.
“Oh, Judas, you’re up!” Mother called out to me. “What can I help you with at this time of night?”
“Mother... why do this again...?”
She paused for a moment, and gazed into my eyes.
“Son.” She said as she turned around and wiped her mouth on a piece of cloth. “You might not understand, but us females, when we give labor, we don’t truly recover from the pain. Every time we give labor, it chips away at our energy and stamina reserves, much like how time ages our bodies and slowly does the same.”
What will you do, Judas?
“As someone who suffers from age and the consequences of labor, I must consume much more food than you young ones.”
In the end, didn’t John just die to satisfy Mother’s greed?
No! Mother did that for a perfectly logical reason! She did it for the good of our family!
But what is she saying now? Isn’t she just talking about herself? Think about it. Wasn’t she the one who said something about getting rid of the weakest link?
That’s not—
Just who is truly the weakest link right now? She consumes more food, yet works the least due to her age.
Shut up!
Are you just going to deny the fact that two of your siblings have fallen to your Mother because of her desperation to live? Are you just going to accept her equivocations? Are you just going to let your siblings’ death be in vain?
“Judas?”
Only the strong will survive in this world we currently live in. That’s why she killed John right? Why not follow what she said and do the same to the weakest link right now? Mother should understand why you would do so. She’s done it before after all.
“I’m sorry, Mother, but... I can’t let my siblings down. I won’t let them die. I’ll keep them alive.”
***
“I guess it wasn’t a dream after all…”
As I woke up the next day, I checked Mother’s chamber. The place where the incident occurred still had streaks of blood; its odor poisoned the air.