HE WAS INSANE .

FURY

I didn't know what to make of it . But i was sure my parents would make a great deal if they see me wearing it . Probably accuse me of stealing , since I've got no other way of getting something that they didn't give me .

So naturally the first thought coming into my mind was to hide it . But where ?

They do not usually go through my stuff . Anywhere would do .

So i put it my drawer and scattered a few things over it .

Just then I heard a knock . A shiver ran down all throughout my body . I don't know who I was scared of , the dead or the living? Or should I say , the undead?

I mustered up enough courage and opened the door . Wasn't anything new anyway .

It was mom .

With tear stained cheeks and blood red eyes . And food in her hands .

I felt like a sinner . All that I've ever given her is pain . All she has ever recieved because of me , is pain .
Still the mother inside her couldn't bring herself to let her son starve . Even if it meant weakening whatever bond was left with her husband .

I couldn't think what to say . So i didn't . She sat on my bed , and motioned me to come near . Tears again filled her scarred face . She fed me with her own hands and cleaned my wound . Her tears never came to a halt .
She got up to go , and whispered - "Why ? ... Why do you have to be like this ?"

I said nothing. I couldn't.

She left .
My sense of warmth leaving with her .

I wish I could make her happy . Be normal , at least . It's hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen . But it's even harder to give up when you know it's everything you ever want .

I sighed . With the heaviest of hearts i stepped back .

I went to my shelf , and picked up a paper knife .

I drew up my sleeve , and pierced it in my arm . Pain kills pain, they said .
I glided it further , watching the red liquid ooze out , creating an art in itself. It was the only thing I was ever good at .
I could have painted my whole body , if i hadn't heard that noise .

I turned around .

Only to be greeted by the most horrific scene of the girl from before , choking the neck of my friend .

Both eyes were on me . Frozen . Terrifying .

I felt time stop . Even my blood stopped flowing . But the dread radiating from their eyes , didn't .

Her face was full of anger . Despise and hatred filled every inch of her apalling skin , making her look more petrifying than any or the other undead I had seen .

But he shivered in trepidation . Crushed under the blazing loath of the girl , trying desperately to free himself from her deadly grasp .

But why were their eyes on me , i couldn't comprehend. Too terrified to do so .

He used every bit of his stength to release free . But failed in every attempt.
At last he gave up .

And pointed towards the drawer .