CHAPTER 2
604 Words
My breath is erratic, heart beating faster than usual, head spinning and vision blurred the only thing clear is red.
There’s something red and sticky on my hands, dripping from my head, down the side of my face. My curls even straighten out at some parts due to the amount of thick blood dropping from my head. It soaks my clothes to my bare skin giving me unsettling chills.
I start panicking.
I touch myself looking for cuts, wounds, injuries, anything. There’s none, none at all but my panicking doesn't let up. I think to myself, maybe we hit someone, cause the blood isn’t mine.
I look forward through the broken screen but there’s just a small splatter of red staining the white hood.
There’s no one on it.
I look to my side but there’s no one on the ground, no blood trail confirming we hit someone or something.
Where is it coming from. I start hyperventilating….we hit someone, we had to have hit something at least, maybe we…WE? My brows furrow in confusion, WE…that’s when it hits me; I was referring to myself and my mom. I wasn't the only one in the car, I remember. She wasn’t checking with me and I didn’t hear her voice.
My hands start shaking, my head banking and my chest hurting like my heart was slowly tearing a hole through my chest because of the way my heart rate picked up. My brain was preventing me from looking up, but I did. Slowly.
The sight made me vomit before I could even understand what I was looking at.
I look up again, threw up some more before it felt like I could no longer conceive anything. Dry heaving was beginning to get painful.
My throat was getting dry and hoarse and my ears were ringing painfully making me twist my head in the direction of that god awful sharp sound.
Someone touches me from behind and that’s when I realize that people had gathered. They were all over the street, some holding out their phones recording while others could barely look at the scene.
Whoever it was turned my gaze away from the gruesome sight leading me towards a white van. It looked like an ambulance, but what did I know, at that moment the only thing I understood was how to breathe. I don’t think the rest parts of my body were cooperating with my brain. That's if my brain was even working properly.
The persons hands are all over my body, checking vitals, bones, whatever and a little bit later my vision clears slightly and I see the blurry figure giving signals as the vehicle vibrates to life signaling it was about to move. As the figure steps inside were moving and the door is being closed.
Before it closes completely I get a glimpse of my mother, or rather what was left of her. The bright colored blouse already a horrible shade of black red, one of her hand severed at the wrist spilling blood in moments.
The worst…her head was gone.
The space where it sat still slurping out blood. A shiver ran down my spine, it looks like her finger twitched as the severed arm drops from it’s original position. I almost heave at the sight.
The door closes finally and that happened to be the last sight I had of my mother.
The figure with me in the back of the van pushes me to lay down and I'm left wondering where we're headed.
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