Forever Changed

chapter 2



I could hear her walking to the door. I heard the loud thump of metal hitting the hard wood floor. I listened to the scrapping sound of it being dragged.

My heart was pounding harder than it ever had. I was terrified, I just watched my mother shoot my father’s face off and now she is coming after me.

I am only seventeen years old. I have so much I want to see and do. And here she comes to take my whole life away, how selfish and self-centered of her.

The scrapping of the gun stopped and I heard the door knob rattle. I sunk deeper into the embrace of the coats. This was it!

“You better open this door now, little lady or I will shoot you through the wall!” My mother screamed in a sing song voice. I shivered, even though I was wrapped up in at least a hundred different coats.

“What’s it going to be? Make your choice!”

“My choice is to run forever, to get away from you! My choice is to have a mother who didn’t just kill my father, right before my eyes! My choice is to wake up from this awful nightmare!” I screamed at my mother, my voice a little higher than normal, coming out in a squeaking noise.

“Well right now the only choice you have is to get out of that closet and get out now,” my mother said with irritation. “Come on Elizabeth, don’t you want to see your daddy?” Oh no, she just did not! The nerve of this woman, first killing my father and now taunting me with his dead body!!

I felt my blood pressure rise. I felt my heart pick up its beat. I felt tears spring to my eyes. I felt like my lungs would burst. I saw a red glow and for half a second I wondered where it came from. Most of all, I felt anger and the need to hurt my mother.

Before I knew it, my feet started moving. Instead of unlocking the door, I ran through it. Wood splintered and flew everywhere. Dry wall fell in chunks from where I took the door frame completely out of the wall. My mother was standing there just grinning.

“See, I knew you would be just like him! I knew you were more a part of him then me! Well, guess what missy? I may be just as terrified of you, as you are me, but I am the one who holds the gun in my hands. I brought you into this world and don’t think for a minute, I won’t take you out of it! I can take your life just like that.” She snapped her fingers, sounding afraid.

“Oh really, well mother, let me tell you something. Even though you hold a gun in your hands, goes to show how much you don’t know about them. A shot gun only holds two rounds and you have not reloaded.” I spit this out with such hate. It took everything in my power not to shove that empty shot gun barrel down her throat.

“You think I don’t know that? I need you alive girl! Who else is going to help me clean up this mess?” She said waving her hand toward my father’s dead body. She looked at the blood all over the main entry door, the floor, and the walls, where my father’s brains and blood still slid down. And I have no idea how I did it, but also at the mess, from the door frame I ran through.

I became sick. “How could you ask me to do this? How can I? Why would you take my father away from me?” I asked my mother, trying to hold back the tears and the bile that was edging up the back of my throat.

“You have no idea who your father was,” she said through tears, “I barely knew who your father was. What I did know about him, is something I don’t want you to turn into. I love you, Elizabeth. I am not going to kill you; I am going to change you.”

“Change me into a killer like you?” I asked sarcastically.

I watched as the hurt reached my mother’s eyes, “You have no idea what you are talking about Elizabeth. One day you will understand that this was for your own good. Until then, let’s get this mess cleaned up.”

I just stood there looking at my mother. I was so confused! During the time, I was debated with my mother; she had reloaded the shot-gun. She now aimed it at my chest and had her finger on the trigger

“Go grab the shovel and start digging! Now!” She screamed. My fear replaced my anger. I did as I was told and ran toward the back door. I had to go dig my father’s grave.