Not Telling Anyone

I Can't Do This

The sun hung low in the sky, night would soon be falling. Ash and I sat in the living room watching a movie. Dad was at a meeting, and would be coming home late. Mom, we had no idea where she was. She was supposed to be her, but she barged out a few hours ago, mumbling something about us "rotten kids."
We were laughing at the movie, and chowing down on popcorn when a car pulled into the driveway. I stood up from the couch and looked out the window. Panic flowed through my veins, and I turned around to look at Ash.
"Code red," I gulped.
We launched into action. Picking up the living room. It wasn't even that messy, but she was going to freak out us no matter what. By doing this hopefully the episode wouldn't be as bad as it could be. Ash threw the popcorn away, and tossed the bowl into the dishwasher, while I straightened up the table and couch.
Ash unlocked the door, and we both sat back on the couch. The door slammed open, and in she came. Wild hair, blood shot and twitching eyes, breathing heavily, you could already smell the smoke and alcohol. He turned her gaze to us, she was pissed. She walked in, throwing her purse at the rocking chair in the corner. She looked at the TV, and back to us.           
"What did I tell you two about the TV?" she said harshly, and sternly.
We remained silent because she never said anything about the TV, but we couldn't say that didn't because it'd go badly.
"Answer me!" she roared, throwing a coaster off the coffee table at us, and missing, Missing us must've sparked something  because her glare intensified. "You ungrateful assholes!" she shouted and began throwing whatever she could at us.
After getting a coaster to the shoulder, Asher shot up, grabbing me with him and taking off.
She was angled, so we couldn't get to the stairs so we opted to run past the dining room/kitchen to the master bedroom. Once inside Ash locked it.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, not being able to produce sound.
"I'll be fine. We need to get out of the house," Ash responded.
We headed to the window on the back wall of the room, and tried prying it open,
"It won't budge!" Ash exclaimed.
"Maybe it's locked," I suggested, hurriedly looking at the door.
Ash stood on his tippy toes undoing the top latch, ad began pushing it again. A banging came from the door. It shook violently on the hinges. 
"Shit!" Ash cursed. "It's frozen shut!"
I helped him push on the window, it moved a little bit, like a couple centimeters. We kept pushing with all our might, pushing, banging on it, but nothing was working.
All the sudden a knife poked through through the door. I screamed, it was something out of a horror film. Once that hole was made, it was easy work for her to chop a hole big enough to stick her hand through the door and unlock it.
"Ash! She's getting in!" I screamed out of pure terror.
"Dammit!" He yelled, slamming into the window with all his might. "Dad said to replace that door because it's rotting from the inside out, but she spent all the money going to the bar," he continued grumbling as we shoved at the window.
The door swung open, and there she stood. Her eyes looked black, and her lips were curled into a snarl.
You know how people say you become a different person when you're drunk? You get extra lovey-dovey, or really hyper, or something. That doesn't really apply here. My mother is a very angry person without the help of alcohol. She doesn't change when she's drunk, she gets worse. And my brother and I are always the target of that anger. She calls us worthless, lazy, ungrateful, and stupid without alcohol. When she has alcohol in her system, she starts swinging, and this was the worst yet.
She started stalking towards us slowly, knife raised.
"Stupid. Worthless. Good for nothing pieces of shit. I wish you were never born," she spit each word at us, taking a step each syllable. "You'll never be anything. You'll always be useless. You never do anything right."
Her words rang through my ears. I was frozen, paralyzed with fear. Ash still shoving the window, she was getting closer.
Ash turned and yelled, "run!" He grabbed my hand, spinnin me to the side, as he jumped onto the bed. I began to follow when a jolt of pain stabbed into my back. I screamed out, and Ash turned around, eyes wide at the knife plunged into my back next to my shoulder blade, all the way to the hilt.
I saw anger flash through his features. He put all our years of soccer to use and kicked her back. She fell and Ash got me up and over the bed. In that time she got up, but Ash was already pushing her backwards. As he was pushing her he said, "get a chair! Please, I know it hurts, but you gotta!"
I nodded my head and rushed as best I could to the dining room, making sure not to move my left arm. I grabbed a chair and dragged it quickly back into the bedroom. Ash gave her one final shove into the joined bathroom and slammed the door shut and quickly wedged the chair under the door knob so that it wouldn't move.
He turned to me, "we have to go."
With that he wrapped an arm around my back under the knife, which we knew would make things worse if we pulled it out. We walked out of the house, Ash making sure to lock the deadbolt, so no one could get in or out without a key. The two of us hobbled down the street, shivering as it was Mid-January in northern Wisconsin, and we didn't have coats on. What should've taken maybe five minutes, took us twenty as we headed to our closest neighbours, aka Linda and Ariel.
Ash banged on the door, I was getting weaker and weaker, he was practically holding me up. Linda opened the door, and Ash said, "please help."
Linda rushed us inside, immediately having me sit at the dining room table, leaning on the table so she could assess the damage. Ariel stood by her mother watching closely, Ash sat in the chair next to me holding my hands.
Linda's a pharmacist so she's no expert, but at least she could do something about the knife before rushing to the hospital.
"Okay Kat this is going to hurt... a lot. I'm going to pull the knife out and bandage it up until we get to the hospital. Okay?" She explained. I weakly nodded my head and took a deep breath. "Okay Ariel as soon as I pull it out cover the cut with those paper towels and apply pressure. Okay, Kat take a deep breath and exhale and keep exhaling until it's out. Okay?" I nodded my head and breathed in and began breathing out. "Okay. 1. 2. 3." She pulled it out carefully.
I gasped at the rush of pain and held Ash's hand tightly.
"It's okay Kat. It's over," Ash said, soothingly.

I woke up with a jolt. I felt pain in my shoulder where the knife had been five years ago. "No it's not," I whispered. I pulled my knees to my chest, and wrapped arms around them. I leaned my head on my arms, my breathing was laboured.
"What's up?" Isaac asked softly, entering the room.
I shook my head. "It was five years ago today, when she did it. She planned this, I have to see her again today. She did this on purpose." I was to the point of sobbing.
He sat next to me, taking me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and leaned my head into his shoulder.
"What sparked this?" he asked. "You were frantic. The bed was shifting left and right. I could hear you freaking out."
"They're back. The night terrors," I sobbed
"Maybe it was just tonight since you're seeing her today. Last minute jitters," he suggested, rubbing my back with his hand.
"I hope you're right," I whispered.