The day was like an ordinary day for a 29 year old single mother to a 6 year old boy. I cooked and cleaned, and worked nothing different for the past few days until today I had gotten a strange call from the hospital about my deceased husband. Ring ring I answer the phone like normal “Yes?” I said A man spoke nervously like he was afraid of something. “This wouldn’t happen to be the number of Alexandria Picasso would it?” He said I looked at the number to see who was dialing the number was from the hospital. My mother was previously in the hospital so I was worried so I answered “Yes this is her?” I said the man sounded relieved “Good we found your husband he’s currently at the Wyoming state hospital.” He said I scoffed in disgust and disbelief “Do you find this funny?!” I said the man began to stumble upon his words “Do i find what funny we're serious.” he said I began to cry “My husband died after my son was born you sick bastard!” I said, slamming the phone, my son Alias walked up to me confused. “What’s wrong mommy, why do you look flustered?” Alias said I shook my head “It’s nothing why are you up Alias?” I said Alias played around with his short blonde hair and he looked nervous. “Mommy there’s a man outside the window across the street.” He said I frowned “Alias you don’t have to make up lies just to sleep down here.” I said Alias shook his head “It’s no lie mommy!” Alias said I sighed patting my lap he puffed his cheeks and sat down he fell asleep instantly. Two months have passed since the call, ever since Alias has slept on my lap numerous times. Each of his excuses was the same as the last but each time he said it changed locations getting closer and closer. “Mommy please can I stay in your room?” Alias said I looked at him frowning. I quickly cracked an egg and began cooking. “Alias you have been sleeping in the room for two months now its time you put the lie away and began sleeping in your room.” I said Alias shook his head and began to cry “Please mommy the tin man never enters your room!” he said I looked confused “Tin man?” I said “Don’t you think you're going too far naming a lie?” I said Alias stopped crying he began to look down his eyes empty of all emotion “Please mommy I’m scared.” He said I frowned “No means no you sleep in your room for tonight!” I said. The hours passed and it was night I followed Alias to his room putting him to bed. I left the room. I had soon regretted that choice in the morning. I heard a crash coming from his room. I woke up immediately groaning “Geez it’s too early for one of his tantrums.” I said I hadn’t gotten up instead i waited it out or at least I thought I could until I heard a loud crash then I heard a window break I got up immediately angered I opened his door “Why are you-” I looked speechless as a tin color man stood over my lifeless sons body his eyes were wide opened hi mouth was foaming I tried to walk closer until I was slammed into the ground I felt my arms locked in place by something cold and metal I then realized I was being arrested. I look at the three police officers Interrogating me “So is that the story you're sticking with?” a taller officer with a long beard said I looked at them scared “It's not a story It's true!” I said the man smacked me “Stop lying what will it take for you to accept that you choked your own son and he cried as you slowly choked him!” He said I shook my head. The man gestured to the other two police and they picked me up and brought me to a police cell. The guards left locking the cell door Luckily I managed to pickpocket a gun off the officer I looked at the gun turning it to my head everything went silent into a blankness my vision began fading the police ran in, in shock I felt a warmth swept over me. I see Two people in black suits, one small and one big and tall. They turned to look at me smiling, revealing their faces one was my husband and the other was my son Alias “Welcome honey.” “Welcome mommy.” They both said I ran to them in a black dress “My darlings, I have returned.” I said. Everything zoomed out, each zoom turning away from Alexandria and her family. We faced a man the color of a tin can. He was smiling wickedly. “More work needs to be done, more families need to be reunited.” he said as he looked at a picture “This family shall be the next target.” The Tin man went into smoke. The photo fell to the ground and the smoke fell into the picture.
