Her eyes. They were the only sure sign that told me that she was gone. My face remained expressionless, dry streams of tears still stained to my pale cheeks. I turned my head and met Maggie's watery eyes, her mouth quivering. She then broke out into a sob, which turned into river of tears in mere seconds. I urged myself to comfort her, but I was stiff as stone, not able to move a muscle. She began to come down, her sorrowful sobs retreating ever so slowly. Maggie then reached for the gun secured safely at her belt.
"No, I'll do it," I spilled, unsure how I even got the words out at all. Her face darted to mine toward me and her expression softened, a look of pity crossed her face. "She was my mom" I stated, remembering her finial request. My foggy blue eyes again filled with tears, but I was strong enough not to let them flow.
Maggie's eyes gazed from my expressionless face to my sister, the cause of my sweet, and beautiful mother's death. She nodded, her blood stained hair bobbing back and forth as she turned toward the metal door. I grabbed the gun from my belt and aimed it toward my mother's forehead. "This is it," I thought to myself "I love you, mom." I pulled my finger back with a new found force and the room erupted with the sound of a gunshot.
Everything started to spin, my fission blurred to the point where I couldn't even see in front of me. Suddenly, the room went black, and a memory of the past unfolded. We were all together, my mom, my dad, and I. This was before the fighting, before the chaos, before the treats of divorce, and before the world ended. We were happy then, the sun shone brightly. Life then was taken for gratnted, never realizing the fragility of it, and how easily it could be broken. My mother was robbed of her life, robbed by the devil himself.
I blinked twice and shook my head, clearing the mist that had rolled over me every so quickly. For one last time, I gazed into the eyes of my mother. Once filled with joy and happiness, turned stone cold and clouded. Eyes that held so much emotion and so much fear, now empty. Eyes held so much mystery, things that were yet to be uncovered. I was once told that eyes lead directly to the soul, and they couldn't be more wrong.