Soul

The Grey Mockingbird

Jazzy Stone's POV

Seven years ago

The closet was suffocating, mommy's arms protecting me from the chill of the night. Rustling of the trees sounded outside in the dark forest and a wolf's howl echoed in the dead of the night. Mama's voice wrapped me in a warm hug as she sang softly. 

"Hush my darling, don't you cry, otherwise it will be your final night.", mama sang softly. Her arms were tight around my body, embracing me in warmth. "It all will end in a blink of an eye, but mama always will be by your side."

I looked up at mama's face, which was stained with blood and tears. "Mama?", I whispered. She looked down at me with sad eyes and smiled gently. "Don't be afraid of the lonely nights, the morning star will guide you through the endless nights."

Screams of the dead echoed in my ears. Blood trailed after me wherever I go. I whimpered, silently begging the voices in my head to go away.

"Mama?", I cried.

Before she could reply, the closet's wooden door burst open with a 'BANG', and mama pushed me behind her hurriedly. "I love you, my child.", mama whispered in a quavering voice.

Two 'BANG's sounded, but this time it was right next to me. I freezed when I realized two things. One, a strange small metal embedded itself into the wood right next to my ear. Two, my mother was dead in front of me.

I gasped for breath, my choppy panting filling the quiet space. My vision darkened at the edges as panic settled in like an unwelcomed guest. I reluctantly forced myself to look up and shakily looked up at my mom's murderer.

I instantly regretted it.

Glowing red eyes pierced through the air like bullets beelining towards me and landed on me with a killing intent. White teeth gleamed in the moonlight streaming from the open windows and it formed a psychotic smile. An ironic white light in the middle of darkness.

My survival instincts mama taught me kicked in and I scooted backwards into the closet quickly, her silky clothes brushing against my cheek. My hands patted around the back of the closet, looking for the little dent serving as a button leading to a small safe hiding away passports, expensive jewelry and a small knife.

The worn wood pressed into my back painfully as I fumbled for the switch, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of seeing mama's dead, open eyes. Blood was pouring out of the hole in her head, soaking her white locks red. Mama's once bright and pretty purple eyes had faded into a grey purple, void of any life.

I startled when a man's rough voice suddenly bellowed, "There you are." right as my hand found the dent I was looking for.

I flinched back as a hand reached in to grab me and hurriedly pressed the button. It didn't budge and fear and worry started to fill me.

I tugged on it roughly, and when it didn't budge, my mind went into its-time-to-panic mode. I tugged on it harder and harder, my mind filling with all the possibilities with me always ending up dead. I gasped when I felt like a lump when stuck in my throat and clutched it with my unoccupied hand.

The hand reached me and clutched my hair in a tight grip. I cried out in pain, automatically stopping my task of tugging on the safe. I scratched at his hands, desperate to get away. I won't let my mama die for nothing. The man dragged me out of my safe spot, and I finally saw his face. Sharp cheekbones, fox like malicious red eyes and thin lips which were now formed into an evil smile.

Another figured appeared, and somehow, this person was more terrifying even though nothing about him that was terrifying. He had chubby cheeks, round blue eyes and was dressed in a white flowing gown completed with blue stripes at the edges. But there was one thing that stuck out to me. One that made my throat close up again and my eyes wide.