I faintly hear the blaring sirens of the ambulance and see their flashing lights through my blurred vision. Looking down, I finally see my mother, it is a grotesque sight. She lay there on the stretcher torn apart. Her neck ripped out and where her stomach was is now a gaping hole. But that is not the worst part, not by far, her eyes…..which were so full of love and acceptance before, are now blank, staring ahead into space. As long as I've known my mother I've only seen that look on her face once, and even then I wished I had never laid eyes upon that expression. It was her way of expressing absolute hatred. Even when not directed at me I felt a chill go up my spine and my blood run cold, just at that one glance before.
Charlie, my father, moves in front of me blocking her from my view, which I am thankful of. I can see his lips moving but the sound does not reach me and as he reaches up to caress my tear-stained cheek, my eyes flash and a rumbling growl builds up in my chest. The paramedic approaching is the only thing that saved Charlie from joining my mother and me from suffering through even more guilt.
He looks at Charlie sadly before explaining what we already knew. She was gone and it was my fault.
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No one's pov
Dangerous crimson eyes stare out from the forest at the crying girl, waiting for the right time to finally kill her. The cold eyes hold a great intelligence, but they also hold a deep-rooted hatred. They will stop at nothing until this girl is dead
