Coming Back To Hell

Introduction

"Please, Please don't" I begged while face to face with the end of a shotgun barrel. Momma had just passed from her year long illness, then shortly after she became one of them. I didn't want to loose anyone else, so I took her out myself. A knife straight into the back of the head. I hated myself for letting letting her become one of them.

Momma and Daddy were high school sweat hearts. They had been together since freshman year straight threw college. A year before the world went to hell Momma was diagnosed with kidney failure. It was a family thing, passed down from parent to child for generations.

I had put my mother down, but Daddy went into a rage. He sobbed over her body for at least half an hour. "D-daddy?" My two twin sisters were at the door. They were barely four years old but amazingly intelligent for their age and the state the world was in.

That was Annie's last word, with Bell tightly squeezing her left arm. Daddy didn't answer her, he looked up and drew his gun. I still had the knife in my and an my mothers blood dripped from the blade. My gaze was locked on my mothers face until the gunshot.

I looked up when I heard the gunshot soon followed by another. "WHAT DID YOU DO!" I dropped the knife and ran to my sisters. They both lay in the hallway with gunshots wounds in the center of their foreheads.

"I didn't want to lose them" My father spoke in slow monotone. "You would have takin them away Marie, You would have takin them away just like you took away your mother" When I turned around, I was staring down the barrel of his shotgun.

"D-daddy?" Mu voice cracked as hot tears started to run down my checks. "Be quite Marie" He was steadying his aim. "Please, Please don't" He was silent. On impetuously I jumped up and tried to make it to the other side of the bed, but I was too slow.

I lay sprawled on the floor, but I didn't feel any pain tell I saw it. My blue plaid shirt was drenched in red and it was leaking out onto the hardwood floor.

Daddy paid me no attention, he stood with his gun in hand. "Forgive me God, for I have sinned". He pulled the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger without a single word. "D-da-daddy" My vision faded in and out, and soon it was all black.

I felt my body change, like I was being pushed away but somehow still inside. I felt my body stand up and limply walk the the other side of the room. Is this what it's like, no, no no no. I don't want to watch this monster that took over my body. I tried desperately to stop, to walk away, do anything. I couldn't, the monster leaned down and ripped my sisters apart and I had to watch, not being able to do anything.

I've had to watch so many times, not able to stop it, but I've found that I am getting stronger. The anger and hate I have for this monster has made me stronger, I can make it stop. Next time I come in contact with a human, I plan to beg for help or be killed. I don't want to live like this any longer.

***i hope you like the introduction***