To Rachel Aldan life was all about her. Period. Her life had always revolved around herself and her close friends. But today her life would not revolve around "her" but about more important things that she had never really taken into consideration…that is until now.
"Rachel"
"….."
"Rachel I'm talking to you"
"…"
"Put that damn phone away" Phoebe Aldan, her mother, snatched her daughters blackberry from her typing thumbs and held onto to it waiting for her to look her in the eye.
"God. What mom?"
Rachel scoffed staring her mother straight in the eye.
"I was talking to you"
"No you weren't you were just calling my name"
"Exactly. Don't you look people in the eye when they call you?"
"Only if it's for something important"
"Rachel I've had enough of your texting on that damn phone at the table"
"Why? No one even talks anyway" Rachel crossed her arms looking at her dinner plate.
Phoebe Aldan had had enough of her daughters petty attitude and got up. Taking the phone with her. Rachel looked up at her mother as she stared at her then turned her back.
"Where are you going with that?"
"I'm tired of your attitude Rachel and it's time I took some discipline in this house"
Rachel was starting to become worried noticing the seriousness in her moms voice. She followed her careful not to lose sight on her blackberry.
"Don't be stupid mom"
"Stupid? Is that what your calling this?"
Her mother walked to their garage finding something in her dads tool box. Rachel quickly followed behind worried for her phone now. Her mother pulled out a hammer, setting the phone on a table, Rachel then got the hint of what she was planning on doing.
"No! Please I'll stop with my attitude. I'll-do anything just give me my phone" she pleaded
Phoebe ignored her daughters plea and swung the hammer giving all her arm strength into smashing the blackberry phone. She kept smashing the hammer until she felt absolute sure she had broken the phone to smithereens…literally.
"Now. Let's go eat shall we?" Her mother perked up her voice setting the hammer to the side and fixed her clothes.
Rachel stared open-mouthed at her dead phone taking in the situation at hand.
Her mother walked out of the room, the clang of her heels leaving a dreadful feeling to her daughter. She stopped in the hallway looking back at Rachel.
"Coming Rachel?"
Rachel closed her mouth swallowing hard and looked at her mother.
"I hate you"
Phoebe kept a serine face not flinching once as she held her head high walking away. Rachel watched as her mother walked away then looked at her destroyed phone. She hadn't even saved her numbers anywhere.
"Stupid bitch. I hate her, really, really, hate her!" she began picking up the broken pieces of her phone. Maybe I can piece them together or something she thought. No that's stupid it's totally and irreversibly destroyed.
"Dammit Phoebe!" she yelled hoping to get her mothers attention. To her surprise she didn't. No heels hitting the hardwood floor, no yelling back. How odd.
"Ha I hope she died on her way to the dining room" she mumbled gleefully.
Rachel gave one last sigh then decided it was time for her to go eat when she heard a sudden noise. No possibly a clang? She ignored it turning the light off and closing the door no more like slamming it. She smiled liking how loud it sounded.
As she reached the dining room she noticed her mother wasn't there, perhaps she was in the kitchen? Rachel scoffed to herself knowing that her mother was going to have one of those stupid lectures with her….again.
"Look mom if your going to have one of those stupid parental-"
She froze where she stood. Not believing what was right in front of her eyes.
"Oh my God"
Every feeling of hate and resentment left her as she put her hands on her mothers shoulders shaking her.
"Wake up. Please wake up"
She shook her as if trying to wake her from a nap except when you take a nap you don't have blood all over yourself and a chunk of your neck torn out. Her mind went into to shock, her brain protecting her from the situation she was in. Irrational thoughts popped into her head, this was a dream right? This was a prank.
"Stop joking around and open your eyes mom! Have one of your stupid parental talks with me. Get mad at me for yelling at you! Just do anything please"
Tears poured out of her eyes blurring her vision. She wiped them away with the back of her hand not caring that fresh blood smeared onto her face. This moment wasn't about her, it was about her mom.
"I didn't mean it when I said I hated you. I don't" she picked up her mothers upper body hugging her and rocking back and forth.
"I didn't mean it mommy. I didn't mean it…" she repeated this feeling like a child again.
It seemed like eternity as she kept repeating those words and holding her mothers dead body until she heard a loud noise. She kept rocking back and forth ignoring the loud footsteps as it etched closer to the kitchen. She kept her eyes closed until she felt another presence standing in the doorway. Was that snarling she heard? Her eyes opened slowly, looking across from her was a man covered in complete blood both over his body and mouth. She sat frozen not sure if she was feeling fear or that she was in a dream state.
"Go away" she said softly
As if that was his mark he ran at her mouth open in a snarl. Her survival instincts kicked in, letting go of her mother and getting up to the counter table to grab something. It came after her coming right behind her, luckily she had grabbed a cutting knife turning around quickly to slash the knife across it's face cutting his eye.
"Holy shit" she breathed as it staggered back
It wasn't long before it looked at her again this time charging for her. She ran with knife in hand up the stairs to her parents bedroom. Just as she reached the room it grabbed at her almost grabbing a hold of her shirt before she slammed the door in its face throwing it on its back. She locked the door then looked under the bed for a specific box that held something valuable.
"Shit it's not there"
The loud banging motivating her more to find the box.
"Where the hell is it?"
She searched the room surprised in the few minutes she had before that thing broke in she had searched the whole room. Finally she found it in the closet on the top of the shelf practically throwing it on the floor and ripping it open to the one thing she had always been afraid of.
The door busted open. Without another thought she aimed the gun at the thing and shot repeatedly. After four shots she realized she was crying again shaking the gun and still having it aimed. It was definitely dead by now. She stood up sniffing hard and walked slowly to the thing that had killed her mother. She was cautious seeing this in thousands of movies as the supposed dead man opened his eyes and sprung for the main character. But as she stood over him it didn't move just stared at the ceiling, at her.
All was quiet now as she walked away from the room thinking about absolutely nothing and holding the gun to her side. She walked down the stairs taking her time looking out the front door to her quiet street. All seemed fine as if this had never happened and she'd find her mother waiting for her in the dining room. She shut the door locking it. Rachel Aldan had come to find the hard way of realizing the importance of people she had taken for granted.