Surgeon

Chapter Two (Heidi)

     My daughter was the most important human being on the planet. She was so sweet despite her young mind. With her bright green eyes that glistened when the spoke, she was only a child. She was the only thing I cared about. Her name was Helga. She was only three.
     What happened was, the realtor who sold us our house after my husband died, his name was Brogan, as I recall. He told us everything in the house was perfectly fine. He wanted to get his money quick. He couldn't have just been honest. Apparently there was a gas leak.
     I had left the stove on to make mac 'n' cheese for Helga. It was her favorite lunch. I remember like it was yesterday. I had looked out the window and saw a rabbit eating the plants in the garden and I rushed out to shoo him away.
     I looked up at the window to see Helga, poor little Helga, waving at me and smiling. I smiled, filled with joy at the sight of my child looking so happy and joyful and raised my hand to wave back. But before that could happen I suddenly couldn't see anything. I was basically launched backwards and all I could see was fire. When I came to there were firemen trying to put the flames out, which had engulfed the house. I looked around frantically, trying to find Helga. I was in tears. I looked at the ground and noticed, a few yards away, spread across the gravel, a torn off fragment of a face. Almost half of a whole face, and next to it, the necklace with a cross. Her necklace. Helga's necklace. I burst into tears and cried, rushing to it, and even though it was a strange thing to do I grabbed the face, holding it close like it was still my little girl.
     I had never been the same. I am the farthest thing from. When I found out it was caused by a gas leak that the man hid from me when he sold me the house I was furious. I couldn't think. I had planned it all out. I would break into his house. I would kill him... But not before taking away someone he loved. His wife.
     When I drove there in my rather small car, one that I would probably never drive again so I don't get found out, I was disguised to look sort of masculine. I had followed him home from work one day when he was selling a house. I was so blinded by rage I didn't feel an ounce of remorse for what I would do to him. I pulled out a gun and put it in a pocket in my shorts, under a loose t-thirt. I knocked six times, in a pattern I always used ever since I was little when my father made up a secret knock for me. Knock, knock, pause, knock, knock, knock, knock. When his wife answered I immediately pressed my gun against her forehead. Brogan walked into the room as I forced her inside the house, the gun pressed firmly against her forehead. I then quickly pulled out my bat from my bag which I wore on my back, and immediately shot his wife in the gut. I then beat her with he bat, damaging her head intensely before attacking him too. I bashed his skull in and he fell, leaning against the window. His face was pressed against the glass and the window was covered in his blood.
     By the time I walked outside I noticed a boy in the woods. He had seen it all. Not like he saw my face. I was wearing a fedora and some rather large sunglasses. Anyways I had boundaries. I wasn't going to kill an innocent child. I tipped my hat to him and got in my car, driving away.
     I felt something that day. Something I wanted to feel again soon.