The day had been no different than the others in the week.

Take my daughter to school, go back home to clean around the house, buy groceries so that cooking would be a breeze once dinner rolled around. The same routine as usual.

Only…something was very, very different from how it always was.

And that was because my sweetest, most precious daughter had the numbers 1 and 0 hovering above her head.

Ten. Ten people…she had killed? Impossible.

I stared at her in the rear view mirror as I drove us back home from school, trying my best not to lose my bearings as thoughts raced through my head.

How could this be…she was only five. There was no way she even knew what killing was, let alone how to do such a thing. No, no…this must have been a mistake.

I knew that my gift was never wrong though. It was always spot on when it came to murderers, serial killers and the like. I prayed that this was a fluke for the first time in my gift.

The gift in itself and why it was placed upon me was still a mystery, but I had a feeling it had something to do with the devil. No gift that involves death wouldn’t be associated with him - it just wouldn’t make sense.

But I could bear with the fact that this gift was flawed more than the thought of my sweet girl doing something so heinous. And ten…not even one, but ten? I felt nauseous at the thought.

I didn’t know what to do in that moment, as she stared out the window, humming what sounded like London Bridge is Falling Down. I didn’t know if I should bring it up or let it be but…something told me to ask, so I did.

“So sweetie, how was your day at school?”

I smiled warmly to her as I made a left turn, merging into the lane that connects to the highway.

“It was good. My teacher said I did good in art.” She smiled brightly as she said that.

“Wow! I’m so proud of you, that’s so great to hear. What did you make?”

She didn’t respond right away, and I took a moment to make sure it was safe to get on the road before looking back at her again. And that choice is something I would regret.

She was staring right at me with an expression I could only describe as wholly sinister. Her eyes held a coldness no five year old should ever have, and I was frozen in place, so terrified I couldn’t move.

“Well, there was a lot of things I made. You see mommy, skin is a really great material when you’re making things. It’s even prettier when decorated in red.”

The evil smile spread across her face as I gasped at her, still unable to move, my foot on the pedal of the gas only pushing down more in my frozen state.

50, 60, 70…

The speed climbed higher until the car in front of us started to inch closer and closer. I knew what was about to happen. I closed my eyes.

I heard my daughter’s voice for the last time, whispering softly to me in that moment.

“When you steal something, it’s only fair that the rightful owner takes it back. I did enjoy watching you struggle with something that belonged to me, but don’t worry, you won’t have to struggle for any longer.”

That wasn’t my daughter’s voice. But I couldn’t question it for long because the impact happened soon after.

Before I passed, I saw one thing flash across my vision.

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