The Horrible Wish

*Anne*

*Hey, guys! Sorry it's been so long...summer got me lazy and busy. I'll make a long chapter for you!*
My mom launched on me, her orange eyes filled with hunger. My first reaction was to hold the poker horizontal in both hands; luckily it was in the right position. Her mouth locks around it while her hands are inches away from my face.
"Mom! Mom, stop please! please!" I scream as a small drop of the purple liquid lands on my face. It was excruciating.
"You..are..MINE!" A broken voice comes tumbling out of her throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement out of the window. I turn my head; it infuriates Mom, or whatever the hell she is. Her movements become frenzied, and shakes even more liquid onto my face. I see a boy staring at me and mom like he's never seen this before; then again, I guess he hasn't. I scream out, "please help me!"
He disappears a for a second, then pops back into view hefting a huge rock. Lifting it over his head, he throws it at the window. Glass shatters over me and the creature Mom has been possessed by. I turn my head to avoid getting injured by the flying shards; my hands slip on the metal rod. Mom suddenly grabs my throat and turns my face towards hers. I'm forced to look into her terrible eyes.
For a moment, her eyes turn back to the normal brown. Her eyes stop dripping the liquid. Her lump disappears. She looks normal.
She whispers, "I'm sorry, my love."
Then her eyes turn back to the horrible orange. The liquid starts to drip again. The lump forms again. And she lunges for my throat.
A flicker of something light brown is visible behind her before I hear a crack of something hitting bone. I think that she has reached my throat until her head drops next to my head. I jerk back and somehow slide across the ground. Looking back, I see the boy is pulling me across the ground. He helps me pull myself to my feet.
"Are you ok? I know what happened, but did she get you? Anything scratched, or bitten should be cauterized." He said.
"Caustersized? Huh?" My head is swimming and I can barely breathe. My mother had just about killed me. My mom! My....
"Whoa. Sit down. You're in shock." I faintly hear the boy say. He gently takes my arm and leads me to the front door. I jerk away, leaning towards the upstairs.
"No...havta....'stairs...clothes I need..supplies." I mumble.
"Well....ok. I'll go with you." He lets me drag him up the stairs. Slowly, my mind begins to clear away the swamp of blurred thoughts and cobwebs of jumbled emotions. I'm able to stand upright and walk normally halfway up the stairs.
When I enter my room, I hear a muffled thump downstairs. My heart is no longer pumping blood. It is pumping ice and bleeding frost.
"Oh God. No. No no no..." I start to hyperventilate. I don't want to do this. I don't want to-
No. I have to be strong. The weak character is always the first to go.
Grabbing my nearby school backpack, I quickly shake its contents onto the floor; picking up my pencils, pad of paper, and jacket from the discarded pile.
"She's coming!" the boy whispers. My heart squeezes.
I quickly run to my dresser and grab 4 things: a flannel shirt, my favorite pair of sweatpants, and 2 pairs of socks. I stuff them into my backpack as I open my bottom drawer and push aside my useless junk I keep in there. Finally, i see it. my new Leatherman knife/swiss army tool. I then take my wad of emergency money out and put it on the bottom of the bakcpack.
"Are you ready yet?" the boy asks hurriedly. I nod, putting on my only necklace, a silver songbird. my mother gave it to me on my 17th birthday.
I can hear my mom walking around the house, whispering, "Where are you, my love? I'm so very hungry..."
"Over here," I whisper to the boy. He helps me over to the window, where I open the window. I take one last look at the house before I crawl out the window.
I have a feeling that i wont be seeing it anytime soon.
But, that may be because I've been watching too many zombie movies.