Obsessed With Death (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

Confusion rushed through me. And joy. But mostly confusion.

Mother said with her own words she was about to kill me. She shot herself. I stood there in pure silence now with a blank mind. No thought. It felt as though nothing else mattered. Like always. Nothing ever did.

I broke down crying. Why... I hate her. I felt the tears stream down my face. I felt it hit my lips, I could taste the salty substance.

I felt as though I couldn't stop crying. I felt sick. No exact reason. In fact no reason at all. Or was there, but I couldn't think of it.I wanted to say a prayer. I never got taught it but I remember Mother doing it. I don't know much about anything to do with the lord. I don't know if he is good or not.

I try to speak but I'm still mumbling.

"My Father, help me feel better again.. please... I have nothing else to ask but this, amen."

I could tell I'm obviously not good at this kind of thing. At all.

I would suspect policed to show up from the gun shot.

I felt as though I was crying in that empty room for hours.

I sit there not sure what to do. Forget about this and stay here until its noticed, flee, or just simply call the police. Forget about this and stay here until its noticed.

Still crying, I get up and walk to my room, just to find my Spirit on my bed. I would think the gunshot would have scared him.

I cry more. And more. How is it even possible to keep crying?

 I just simply fall asleep... in a deep sleep.

"I love you with all my heart." Mother said smiling. I smiled back.

She gave me a warm hug. It felt good. I lay down on my pink bed. And Mother walks out of the room. I feel like I'm waiting for something amazing to happen but not sure what. Finally mother comes on and brings out a book and places a chair right by the bed.

"I have your favorite!" She said with joy.

I giggled.

"The Three Little Bears," She starts to read, "There were three bears living in the woods. Mommy Bear was big. And Daddy Bear was enormous. Baby Bear was tiny," She suddenly stops and faces me.

With fear. So much fear.

"Mommy whats wrong?" She starts scooting back. I walk closer to her.

"STAY BACK!" She yelled still with fear.

"Mommy!! What's wrong?" I started to cry.

She reached down to her pocket and pulled out a knife. I was confused why she would do such a thing. Pulling out a knife.

I zoomed under my bed. And cried more.

Suddenly she grabs my arm and pulls me out and takes the knife to my neck. It breaks through my skin. Blood. Blood, everywhere. Next thing I know I was on the floor in my own pool of blood.