Blood Red

I felt her once soft hands touch my skin. The treatment practically drained the life out of her. She was just a shell of who she once was. She had put on a brave face for her son and I, but only I knew that it was a facade. How could I help when this thing was eating her from the inside out? I tried to hold onto my optimism, but all went to hell when she began to see "him". A man who she hadn't known, had never even seen began to haunt her. What hope was left now?