An Eye for an Eye

Prologue: Proud Daughter

I couldn't believe it. He came, I didn't think it actually would work. I thought he was fake. All my fear, anger, anguish...was gone. The Eye Carver is real. I was amazed.
"Yay! Yay! Mommy is dead! Mommy is dead!" I chanted, I rolled around in the blood spilling out of my mother's dismembered face. I giggled throwing the blood in the air like confetti. I ran around happily.
The Eye Carver came through. I go into my bag and pull out a piece of paper. I ran to my mom's face clenching onto the piece of paper. The blood painted the wood floor. It touched my feet and it made me cringe a bit.
"I have to be polite, like at school!" I said to myself. I dip my finger in the socket where my mom's eye used to be."Red was always my favourite color!" I lyed on the floor covered in blood and began to finger paint a thank you picture to the Eye Carver.
I was so happy, I felt like I could explode any second. I no longer had the woman who tortured me and hit me constantly in my life. My mother was the monster in my eyes. To anyone else, she was a great mother, who had a obedient child. A proud mother, a sweet mother. To me, A monster of a mother.
"Hello? Sweety? Meg?" An old lady said. She was my mom's landlady. 'She will be happy to see this!' I thought. I opened the door. The landlady screamed at the sight. I gave her a worried look. 'Shouldn't she be happy?' I thought.
A couple weeks later, My monster mother's funeral. I sat down, and watched everyone pointlessly cry over her mahogany coffin. The darkness of the clothes did not match this happy magical day! I owe only one man, Eye Carver.
'Eye Carver is amazing, fantastic, thoughtful, sweet. He actually came. I didn't even give him an offering like it said to!' I thought at the funeral. 'He is amazing.'
I was a happy, proud daughter.