Half Dead - Louis Tomlinson

Six: Run

Megan's POV

As soon as I stepped inside the house, I noticed how messy the house was. Furniture and broken glass coated the floor. The curtains and couches were ripped and looked like someone clawed at them.

"Mom, wh-what - what happened?" I ask, a bit unsurely and creeped out, but mostly nervous and scared. A very unsettling feeling made its home in my stomach.

"I could ask you the same, you know?" Mom's voice is now low and dangerous.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I gulp, holding my arms and slowly taking a step away from her.

"My work is finally coming to an end!" She smiles. Her eyes are terrifying. They look almost murderous.

"Where a-are A-Alex and Em-Emma?" I stutter, trying to sound brave, but I should have probably tried just a little bit harder.

"They're fine. They're with your daddy." I cringe at the way she says "daddy".

She clasps her hands and I see how long her nails are. They look almost like claws. When did that happen? My mom hates long nails...

Was Mom the one who wrecked this house? No, this woman could not be my mom... could she?

She slowly walks towards me and I stumble backwards, my hands grabbing onto a vase set on the counter besides me. I try avoiding her hand and a small whine escapes my lips.

"What's wrong?" Her voice turns from teasing to plain scary. Her voice is coated with hatred and anger as she raises her brows and says, "Scared of your mommy, you little bitch?"

Is this a prank? Should I be mad at her? I mean she is sort of scaring the shit out of me right now. If this is some kind of prank, I will he furious... but Mom is not the one to do pranks.

And I have never seen Mom like this. Ever. She is not the type of person to get mad like this, either.

This is ludicrous! This is crisis! This is insane!

"Stop!" I scream. I didn't even realize when the tears started to stream down my face, but my chest and face are wet from my crying.

I back away from her and my hands shoot out to push her, but she also backs away from me. I stare into her eyes.

As I stare, I see that her irises are actually the color of dark blood red. Then she suddenly gasps for air and starts choking. "Meg-Megan!" She manages to say, in a voice that almost sounds like her. "Please, get out!" She bends over and presses her stomach with her arms. "Megan?"

"M-Mo-m?" I gasp in shock and say, in-between cries. I reach out for her but she dodges.

"Honey, do you love me?" She croaks and screams, her hands shoot out to her hair and starts pulling it.

"Mom!?" I scream, wiping my tears away.

"Do you - love me?" She whispers. I whimper and she asks again, "Do you love - me!?" She groans and squeezes her eyes shut. Her arms go back to her stomach.

My cries become louder and I sniff with a nod.

"Say it!" She practically begs.

"Yes, Mom. I do! I love you, Mom!" I scream as loud as I can although I have no idea as to what is going on.

I cannot focus or even process what in the name of dear God is happening.

Even through all the pain and tears, Mom manages to smile. I see her wince after the small smile. "Then do as I say." She quiets down, out of breath and she looks broken.

I quickly nod my head; knowing that this is her. Knowing that something is wrong. Not knowing what is going on. Not knowing what to do.

"Run!" She huffs. "Go, okay!"

What do I say? "Mom, what's going on, please tell-"

"Just fucking go!" She screams with anger, her own anger, causing me to react with a gasp.

Mom's hands go to her face. She starts clawing and I scream with pure terror.

She starts to scratch her face, peeling skin off. Blood came pouring down instantly. Her eyes start vibrating and a mechanical noise rushes out of her bleeding mouth.

I fall to the floor and cry even louder than before. I start covering my eyes to block the image, but her harsh voice cuts through; "Megan! Leave and never come back!"

I manage to get on my feet and start to open the door and stumble out of the house. I have no idea where I am running to. Or even why I am running. I was to scared to process anything at that point.

I run and run. I don't look back. I wipe my tears away every two minutes, but the tears don't stop.

I gasp for air as I run. I run for at least a mile, before I stop at a bus stop.

Where were Alex and Emma and Dad? Did she harm them? Are they hurt? What happened to her?

I sit down at the bus bench and keep crying into my hands. I have never cried as hard as I did at this moment.

After a long time of sobbing my eyes out, I look up. I still had not processed the scene with me and that woman with my mother's face.

I notice that the sky is covered with gray storm clouds. It was about to rain.

How long was I crying? Too long.

I stand up and have no where else to go. I walk out onto the street and start crossing it.

My mind is racing and I can't focus on anything.

I let out a sigh and I gasp and black out. The last thing that I see is a blinding white light off to my left...

Cliffhanger!!! What do you think happens next?

Btw, this is a double update today! Really proud of myself!! Please read on :-)

And I am not copying anyone else's story. I have thought of the whole story so please give me a chance. BTW, I have never even read anything with "half-deads" so this is completely out of, what I would consider to be as original.

Also, Megan is now being played by Eleanor Calder :)

- Markieluv1D