The Value Of Life

Vision 1 :The Morning

I never really truly valued my life. I never thought about how lucky I was to even breathe. I should've thought of each breath as if it was a gift from god. I had everything a teen girl could ask for. A loving boyfriend and family, wonderful friends. Still, I seemed almost not to notice, totally oblivious to the fact that I was Lucky. I didn't value anything in my life..... Until I lost it all...  I suppose I should introduce myself before we get too deep into my story. My name is Lavender Isabelle Knight. I am sixteen years old. I was your average teenager. One who did not appreciate nor care about what she had.Little did I know, I would soon see the error of my ways, and it would happen without warning. The day started off normal enough, with me waking for school.  The house seemed to be almost deathly quiet. "Mom?" I called curiously. When I got no answer, I assumed she must have  went to work early.  Though this was a rare occurrence , I paid no heed to it. There must have been a reason.  After all, who was I to keep up with her? She was my mother , after all. not the other way around.  With that thought, I stretched and began dressing for school. As I slipped on my shoes, I saw something leaking into my room, from under my door. It was a deep crimson.  A little uneasy, I knelt down dipping my fingers in it. It felt warm and sticky, and coated them a deep red. I felt fear swallow me. The urge to call out for my mother again rose up in my throat. Shakily, I lifted myself, and opened the door. I screamed in horror at the sight of the hall. It was flooded with blood, and smelt of rotting flesh.I felt bile rise in my throat. It was a river of crimson death and hopelessness. A hand rose out of the river and latched onto my ankle. I let out a scream at the pain that began to spread throughout my ankle , and up my leg. It was an intense burning that scolded  my muscles, skin, and bone.  My flesh oozed off revealing white chalky bone and red throbbing muscles.  My leg was literally burning away. Even the bone was beginning to melt. Despite the pure agony, I yanked my leg inside my room and slammed the door shut. Panting, tears streaming from my eyes I finally allowed myself to relax. The pain didn't stop, in fact it became unbearable, and I passed out on the floor, the smell of my own burnt flesh enveloping the room and filling my nose.

      When I awoke, the smell and pain were gone and I was on the floor staring at the ceiling. I jolted up panting, and coated in sweat. Immediately, I looked to my leg. My skin was still intact, and not burning or melting. It was as if nothing happened.  The once blood-stained floor was now clean. I could only sit in the floor and stare at the mirror uneasily. I had no idea what that was but it scared me. I jumped as the door opened. My mother was standing there, not even dressed in her work clothes. She had never left. 

" M---Mom..." I choked out, golden eyes wide, my body still shaking with fear.

"What is it Lavy?" She asked. "Are you ok darling?''

I could not answer. I wasn't sure how to. She would think I was crazy if I told her what I had seen.

"Yes... I'm fine.. I just had a bad dream.." I responded getting up, almost scared to stand on my leg. 

"Well... Breakfast is ready... If you don't hurry you'll be late for school." With that, she left me to sit in my room and wonder  what the heck had just happened.