Sweet Or Sour?

Chapter 11

Normal POV:

Your mom stood in the doorway. She looked like she did before the day of the crash. Her (h/c) hair cascading down her back, her bangs covering part of her brilliant (e/c) orbs, on both sides. A loose grey sweater hung around her shoulders, cyan shorts peeked out from under the baggy sweater. On her feet was a pair of ruby red sneakers with white laces. She was holding out her arms in a welcoming hug, but something was off about her eyes...one glance told you she was hiding something new in her eyes. You didn't move as you watched your mom slowly put her arms down, and her look change to one of sadness. "What's wrong sweetheart? Why didn't you give your mom a hug?" She whined, her voice wavering like she was going to cry. You weren't phased as a tear slid down her cheek. You felt the hurt radiating off of her. Suddenly her appearance changed...their was glass that stuck through the middle of her face, her left leg was broken-the bone peeked out from the tear in her pants, their was cuts and bruises covering every inch of her once smooth skin...her navy blue t-shirt was stained with blood, where the steering wheel had crushed her rib cage. You quickly looked down to avoid looking at her mangled body. That's when you realized that 'Its your fault!' was sprawled on every wall. When you looked back up your dad was where your mom had once stood, holding a knife. "You took her away from me! Its your fault!" He shouted before stabbing you. 

~~~~~End~~~~~

You sat up, pain shooting through your whole body. Fear clawed at your soul. You slowly slipped out of bed limping towards the bathroom. You fumbled in the dark to find the doorknob. When you finally found it, you threw the door open. As soon as you hit the switch-turning it on-the pain vanished...you searched for any stab wounds, but there was absolutely none! You frantically searched your whole body to find something that would have caused the pain. You found nothing! You sighed in disbelief. There was nothing to cause the pain that had felt so real. You stood in front of the mirror staring into your own eyes. For a split second your mom was next to you, toying with your hair. You spun around to see that she wasn't there. "What is going on?!" You shouted at yourself, in aggravation.