Behind The Mask

Chapter 2

 People were screaming in my room and I could hear nurses trying to shush them so that we wouldn't be found.  The terribly familiar sound of gunshots filled my ears and made me think back to the horrible time when my mom and I were sitting so peacefully at home to be interrupted by criminals breaking into our beloved house while shouting and pointing guns in our faces.  My mind was playing jokes on me and it made me imagine what was streaming from underneath the door. 

The hot red liquid looked so real I was barely able to shake it out of my imagination. My mind flashed back to my mom and how I had witnessed blood streaming from her own body. MY MOM! Oh my god where was she. I got up and began to search the frightened mob of people looking for my helpless mom only to be pulled down by multiple people telling me I need to sit and be quiet.  At that moment, I spotted my mom still laying on her bed sound asleep not aware of what was going on at all. I wish I could be like her right now where I am not aware what so ever of what evil things were happening right now.

 Nurses replaced the light blue curtains with black ones but only managed to make the room darker since the light had already been shut off. Then, I heard a loud banging on my door, one that I could only hope was someone who had been trapped outside. Many people took in loud breaths and tried to hold them, but this did not work and a could hear an evil laugh arose from outside the door. 

A loud bang was heard and splinters of yellow wood were sent flying as the bullet penetrated the door. I could hear a scream arise from a feminine voice and could only assume the bullet went though the door and into someone else.  I could see the man is as scanned around the room obviously looking for a single target. It was clear he couldn't find him and he started investigating the people around him to try to find the person he was looking for.

 His voice begin to get angry and shots started being fired in no particular direction. Then I recognized him. It was the same man that had shot me and my mom the morning before. He must be here to finish the job. But I had already looked at him too long and he had caught my stare. His eyes lit up in recognition and his lips curled into a wicked smile. He casually walked over to me before striking me across the face and leaving a steering red handprint. 

People let out sympathy cries and one even tried to pull him off of me only to get stabbed in her mid leg. Nurses rushed two her and tried to give her as much treatment as they could without the help of the expensive tools. The intruder took my hand and started playing with my fingers. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way," he said as we squeezed my pale fingers harshly, making them lose their color.

 "Where is your mom." I refused to talk and the anger on his face grew. He squeezed harder and my fingers turned a red color from blood loss. He slapped me across the face again, this time on the opposite side, and made sure to hit me harder than before. Tears began to well up in my eyes as memories of my horrid dad bagan to rush over me. Every night coming home from his job and beating my mom until I tried to make him stop. 

At which point he would turn all his anger on me. Multiple times I had been asked by councilors if any thing was wrong but I knew if I told the truth there would be more serious consequences. The intruder pulled out a knife from the backside of a worn brown belt that he was wearing. "Hard way it is," he said. "Now tell me, which of these fingers do you like the least." I let out a scream of anticipation as he raised his knife, but I could hear someone else behind scream as well.

 I turned to look and there was my mom, awake at last and breathing normally. The intruder looked past me and saw her laying in her hospital bed. He dropped my hand and kicked me aside, brushing my ribs in the process. He walked to her with that same wicked smile and spat at her bed. Then, he raised his shotgun, and let a round fire. One buried itself inside her skull and the rest in her neck.

 Tears started streaming down my face and as the murderer walked past me he kicked me as hard as he could making my vision go black. I woke up later in a familiar hospital room with darkness taking over the room. I felt a hand touch my arm and jerked it back on top of my chest only to lift it up again at the pain that came from my ribs. "Honey," the person at my side said, "your mom was not able to make it. Despite our best efforts she died earlier today, but not before she left you this." She handed me a relatively small package and said her final appologize before quietly exiting the room, giving me time to think. But the only thing I could think about was how I had just lost the only part of my family I had left.