He had brought the head up to his room, where he had locked himself in. No one can interfere with what he'll do, no one can separate him from his mother. Good. His own father will not be back for another two hours anyway, so he had to be quick.

It's not that he's mean to him, there are times where he absolutely adores his father and loves his father's new girlfriend. As nice as she is, she can never truly replace the love he gets from his own mother. His own father tends to dodge the conversation away whenever he had tried to bring the topic of his dead ex-wife, his mother.

He placed the red head in the centre of the room, also placing a full-body picture of his own mother next to it. He had his hand touching the red head as he kept repeating the same incantation he had said on that spot.

"Turn rose to resemble Mama!" He had full-blown shouted. He doesn't whisper anymore, he doesn't even say it with a normal voice anymore. No. Full-blown yell after yell after yell. For hour end he had been repeating the same incantation over and over again, not resting at all. Not even once.

He will have her back. He will have his family back.

"Come on!" Blood had dripped from his nose as he kept repeating the same mantra again and again and again. A golden light had sparked at the end of the neck and he had smiled in triumph. More of the red and warm liquid had decorated his nose as more filled his mouth, but he had not cared as his smile turned into a full-blown grin.

Her torso had been created by the time he choked on his own blood, which made him unlock the door and run to the bathroom. He kept spitting the blood out of his mouth and wiped his nose with tissues he had found in the bathroom. He kept coughing as his grip on the edges of the sink weaken.

By the time he washed his mouth for the umpteenth time, he was no longer coughing up blood and his nose no longer bled. He threw the tissues down the dust bin and washed his face on more time before facing his own reflection on the mirror, laughing.

"I'm going to have Mama back."

He raced back to his room, seeing the head and the torso of a woman on his floor. The body had not lost the red rose colour.

"Son? I'm home!" He widened his eyes as he heard his father declared. He shook his head as he tried to find an empty place to hide his 'mother' in before he decided to hide her body under his bed before stepping out of the room.

"Yes, Papa?"

"Why don't you go and set the table up? I got fried rice!" He nodded as he walked closer to the plate rack, setting the table for them both to eat.

He'll tell him the good news.