The Virus

Giggles

A/N: She is so stupid. You witness a mass murder and just walk home?? Tf? CALL THE POLICE IDIOT. OR CALL YOUR PARENTS OR FAMILY MEMBERS MAYBE??? Maybe ask a neighbor for a cup of sugar. Idek. Oh whale🐋 I made her that way😂

I was awakened by Tony pulling on my arm.

"Ally do you hear that?"

I listened intently. I faintly heard a giggle. It wasn't Vics, moms, or dads. It sounded crazed, like the person laughing should belong in a mental hospital. I froze.

"Antonio, I need you to stay down here and hide in a really good hiding spot okay? Don't come out until I come down alright?"

"Ally what's happening?" He whispered.

"I don't know but I'm going to go see."

I slowly crept up the basement stairs knowing Antonio was safe. I paused at the doorway, listening closely. It sounded louder. Taking a deep breath I swung open the door.

Nothing.

I turned my head and looked around and still saw nothing. I only heard it. I tip-toed into the kitchen to get a knife. But when I got there, I froze.

Outside of our kitchen window, stood a woman. Her hair was matted with blood and scratches littered her body. Her clothes were torn and looked like she had taken a tumble in a pig pen.

(I said that in a southern accent, it makes it funnier)

"Little girl! Come here sweetie!" Her words were slow and slurred as if she was drunk.

"What's wrong with you?" I said barely audible.

"This!" She screamed pulling back her hair.

It was horrifying. A big gash about 3 inches wide was still lightly bleeding. Dirt was caked inside and all around the area was a light green. She then started to laugh. A light chuckle at first, until it was a full blown out scream.

"Oh my god. What happened to you?" I gasped.

"The needle, the needle, the needle, the needle!" She said over and over.

This was insane. I was talking to a lunatic. Having common sense finally kick in, (Honey it's been a day) I decided to call the police. I dialed 911 and gripped the phone until my knuckles turned white. The woman was humming a little melody that seemed to calm her.

But no one answered. I tried again. And again. Still nothing. Oh am I in major horse shit or what.

I tried calling my mom. My dad. Vickey. My aunt and uncle. My cousin. My grandparents. And. Nobody. Answered.

"What's your name pretty?" The woman asked smiling as she stroked the glass.

"Alessandra DeLuca," I gulped.

Her eyes widened and seemed to sharpen for a second. She didn't seem so crazy anymore.

"Was your mamas name Danielle? And your dads name was Alexander?"

How did she know that? How did she know me? Or my family?

"H-How did you know that?"

"I worked as a midwife alongside your mama. I used to babysit you when you were just a tiny tot, but you probably don't remember that. I'm Yvette."

"What happened to my mom?" Did I really want to hear this?

"We were all at work, just doing our own thing. Suddenly, men and women in hazmat suits rushed the place and told everyone to line up in the cafeteria. Chaos and panic was what that was. Shooting syringes at us filled with a blue liquid. Some people died as soon as the needle came in contact with their skin. Your mama died hon. But her last words were that she had wanted all her kids to be strong. And that's exactly what they are she whispered to me. I got shot in the neck but didn't die. My brain felt like something wormed its way inside of it. Worst pain I've ever felt in my life I tell ya. And then I couldn't control myself. I was going mad. Simple things like walking was a million times harder. But then you said your name and it was just a breath of fresh air. Maybe it's just the calm before the storm but I'm going to savor it."

My mom was dead? No, no, no. She had this wrong. My mom could not be dead. Not her with her soft dark hair that I would braid over and over. Or her beautiful hazel eyes that were always crinkled with amusement. Not my mom who worked so hard for her family. Not my mom who even if she had the worst day, managed to always have a smile on her face as she walked through the door. My beautiful mother with her angelic voice, or her amazing mind always thinking up creative things.

My mind flashed back to one day when I was six and was scared of "the monsters" under my bed. My mom was the strong warrior that defeated them with either a lecture on kindness or her "monster-be-gone" spray. How could someone so loving and kind be dead? I had no idea.

Sugar Honey Ice Tea. That was sad gosh. And confusing. And she's still stupid af. But hey you gotta love her. And also I know the absolutely stunning Barbara Palvin is 5'9, but for this I imagined her as tiny because you know stuff happens where she goes ninja and no one expects it cause she's tiny. Ca Blam.

GOODBYE💝
-Snats