6. The End.
I had to look at my hand, I had to. I shrank inside as I read what is said. ‘Sorry, I’m late.’ I couldn’t breathe. There was something different. There weren’t 20 jars anymore. There was one more, and as I stepped closer, all pain I felt inside was silenced. The jar said: Archie. That is the last thing I remember.
“Mum?” The boy said, “Are those…are they…?” His mother laughed quietly. “Ashes? Yes? I burnt them. All of your little classmates – I’m sorry I’m late, Archie. But I did warn you. I’ve got 20 now, all stolen from the classroom by an innocent teacher. Me. And when I’ve got 21, I will be free, Archie.” I smelled smoke behind me, and saw red and yellow flames darting behind me, ready to make their move when ordered. “ These ashes contain what I need to be free.” She continued, “When I burn them…” And that was the boy’s last memory of his mother before the flames swallowed her.