Mommy, Please Believe Me Once

"I was born a liar. That was the label my mother gave me.In the Dark Moon Pack, every pup carries a Lunar Mark on their wrist. Green means truth. Red means liar.My twin sister Maya slashed Mommy's ceremonial dress with a blade and blamed the pack hounds. Her wrist stayed soft and green.My mark went crimson when I said I was cold."Mommy, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me."Elena would crouch down, look me in the eye, and say the same thing every time."The Goddess's mark is absolute, Selena. Your own heart betrays you."She never touched me. She just looked at my wrist with disgust.No matter how honest I tried to be, my heart would race when I was scared. And every time my pulse spiked, the mark turned red.I lied when I said I was hungry. I lied when I said I loved her. I lied when I cried.After enough years, I stopped fighting back. I started to believe her. Maybe I really was broken. Maybe I was just born wrong.The night I died, I wrote one last line in my Penance Journal."Mommy, help me. It hurts. Please — just believe me once."She never saw it. She had already locked the door and walked away.I'm sorry, Mommy.I died still trying to get it right.In my next life — will you hold me?"