Prologue
I stared into the glazed over milky white, bloodshot eyes that looked at me with a never-ending animalistic hunger. A rage I never knew before boiled up inside of me. It started in my chest, moving out to the tips of my fingers and reaching my toes at a rapid pace. Heat radiated off me burning so intensely that I'm sure if it were at all possible it would consume the entire place in flames. This world has taken everything from me and right when I thought it couldn't get any worse the universe decides to sucker punch me in the gut and remind me that this new world will bring nothing but pain and suffering and heartache. It will never end.
But as strongly as I felt that rage flowing through me, it was nothing compared to the giant hole gutted in my heart. Those eyes were not her eyes. They weren't the eyes of the loving women whom I'd known my entire life. They weren't the eyes of the one who taught me how to tie my shoes with bunny ears, or played endless rounds of hop-scotch, or drove me to all my sports games and braided my hair. They weren't the eyes of the someone who helped with homework, and who cried with me during the dark times or laughed with me during the good times. And they were not the eyes of the one who encouraged me to chase after my dreams, gave me the best advice when needed, supported me in everything I did, but also reminding me where I came from and who I was in the inside are what mattered most. The eyes I stared into now showed no recollection of the daughter who stood before her. They were dead, empty, void of any emotion but hunger. A hunger to tear into my flesh.
I stared at my mother with a heaviness in my heart that grew with each step she took towards me. I knew what had to be done, but it didn't make it any easier. What I would do to see her vibrant blue eyes just one more time, to see my mother so jovial and full of life, instead of the walking decay she had become. I raised my arm, gun in hand, and whispered, "I love you, mom." Just before her outreached bloody fingers could grab hold of me, I pulled the trigger. The snarling and hissing sounds from my mother ceased as she dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks taking a giant piece of me with her. I collapsed to the ground as a sob broke free wondering where do I go from here.