In Blink Of An Eye

Prologue

"Violet can you hear me?" a mid-age man around the age of my father, with a
horrendous mustache that made him look more like the Ned Flanders was hovering over us.

"She isn't doing well Officer. Can you give us a few more days?"

"Mrs. Turner, it's been a week already. We need answers, we need something to build our case on."

"I understand sir, but as you can see," mum pointed her finger at me which failed to persuade the police officer, with a badge stuck to his belt that signals "friendly", the irony.

"The longer it takes, the harder it will get for us to solve it." One could smell his fuming anger from 3 miles radar.

"I am really sorry. I will try my best to help you. But she needs time to recover."

"I know it's hard, but as the time passes, it's not being fair for the victim's family."

Silence filled the room for a couple of minuites until he finally spoke again.

"I will come next week. Until then I recommend you to schedule her to a psychiatrist." He ordered with a nod.

"Thank you so much for understanding. I will." mum signed

My mum escorted the police officer to the front door as he gave her more advice on how to get me speaking.

I guess that's it for today. I pulled myself off the couch and walked up to my room. Which for the past few days was my only escape. You can call it running away from facing what I have done. Call it cowardliness but I can't live with it anymore. The more I try to forget what happened, the further it drags me deeper into emptiness and darkness within itself.

Dear diary,

Been a while.

Sorry for abandoning you on the shelf And for allowing the dust to fill your papers.

Been a week now since it happened, but nightmares still seem to haunt me down.

Bright lights, the ear piercing screeches, dreadful screams and red river, followed by sudden darkness which is broken by my own howls in the middle of the night.

In the blink of an eye, everything can change. We take life for granted, like the innocence of our childhood, the warmth of family, love of a friend, taste of freshly cooked food. We don't know how good these all are when we have it until one day we wake up missing them.

What the hell happened?

Well.. It all started when...