Turned

Chapter 1: She has Turned.

                There is blood on the floor; mom’s special vase is by the door. Blood stains on the carpet.

                 I almost step on a large glass bit that lies right before the entrance to the foyer all over the place. There are many of those little glass pieces of the floor, torn and shattered from the wholeness of the vase. Just like my memories and hopes for the next year. I'm just standing in the foyer and already horrified. I'm stupefied with fear, as though stuck by lightning, unable to move.        

                    Scared to move.

                    Scared of what I might find.

                    What I will find.  

                    Despite it all, I take a step forward. Tears build up in my vivid green eyes, threatening to spill over the edge like a river over flowing.  I don't know where I'm going; my legs do my own thing, taking me further into the nightmare. More red. And then I see the first sign of life.

                    A human arm lying on the ground, the carpet soaking up the blood pouring from the root like a sponge. Yet I go on, knowing that what I find later will be much worse.

                    In her bedroom, the walls are stained red from the blood, a lake of crimson. I find a women sitting atop the bed, as though praying, staring down at the limbs that litter the floor around her. Her hair falls around her shoulders in a curtain, matching the color of the blood around her. Flaming red hair that I inherited. A mark that Lillian Walburg is my mother. Not the monster I see before me.

                    A foot lays a few inches from the bed, it’s veins and arteries still visible under the ruin. An ear rests close by, and the head of someone vaguely familiar. Julia, an old friend of mom's whose head was placed against the cherry wardrobe.

                    It’s a disgusting sight. Despite the fact that the head was severed, small tissue parts fell on the floor, small drops of blood still sparkling upon the pieces of tissue. The eyes no longer sit in their sockets and the tongue is hanging from the left side of her wrecked mouth. I turn away in revulsion.

                    And it's my mom sitting on the bed, whispering to herself like a mad man, covered in blood from head to toe, blood pouring in a stream, from a wound in her shoulder near her heart. I can hear her chanting under her breath, words I can't hear, words that slip away like my remaining strength and sanity. She's rocking back and forth.

                    I'm about to approach, fists clenched to keep myself from vomiting because I can feel the bile rising up, burning my throat. But one look from her stops me. I freeze, as though looked upon by Medusa.

                    My mother always had brown, beautiful, eyes, full of kindness and warmth, like a soft burning fire. But that's all gone. It's replaced by coldness and insanity, as cold as the icy waters on the shore of the beach our family always used to go to.  

                    And as I watch the blood pour from that fatal wound, tears streak down my face; as I watch the life drain from my mother's eyes, I understand. And I let out a scream. A scream of human misery that tears at every nerve in the body just the way this pain does at mine. I see nothing but her lifeless body lying on the bed, like a corpse in a coffin. 

                                                                       She has Turned.

This is, I think, the second time I've edited this chapter. I hope it's a bit better now :)

Dedicated to MyLifeInBlackWhite, another one of those wonderful people who spent one of her weekends convincing me that I'm a good writer. Thank you hun, for all your support and help you've given me :D

The video on the side is part of the playlist I listen to when I write this specific story. Most videos from that playlist will be posted on the side with each chapter. Most of the songs I listen to when I write Turned are loud, violent, depressing or quiet, and eerie. If you have a suggestion, comment with a link. The song with this chapter is from Sucker Punch, which is a movie with no plot but decent fight scenes (I watched because of the fight scenes mostly :P )

The picture on the side is a picture of Verolina (the main character). Thank you to @SparklyTissues for helping me post it. :D Isn't she gorgeous?

Tell me what you think, suggestions, constructive criticism, telling me this story sucks and I should never write anything ever again, etc. is really appreciated. Thanks :)