What Once Was Feared

Chapter Three

Sirens urge my eyes to burst open. I look around, searching for the source of the blaring noise. And more importantly; my mother.

Then it hit me.

I remember this. My knees collapsed to the ground. The pain that was shoved on me with such force was just too much for my legs to bare. A waterfall of vicious pain rushed out of my eyes, as scream came busting out of me with such forced the ground trembled. My heart didn't just break; it was furiously being ripped apart.

I force myself to look down at what I know was already there. This was wrong, so very very wrong. What was usually so full of life and happiness was now deprived of every capable feeling in existence. Her clothes were splattered with signs of death. The missing chunk of head concluded that thought. Her eyes were the worst part of it all. They seemed to still hold her last and final thought; fear. You could almost still see the image of a speeding car and broken glass in her pupils.

I couldn't stand to see my mother like this. So I turned, and ran away. Ran as far away as my legs could carry me.

It's happening all over again.