Blood Shot
"Gramps, I'm going out now."Not that he would really care I thought...I heard a grunt in response as I walked out the door. As I passed out under the door frame, I remembered when he actually cared about me. I guess I deserved it though, considering that I killed my parents.
I was thinking as I was running about when my family was normal, whole.
"Happy birthday Tonya!" I smiled as my parents placed a large cake in front of me with 8 candles on top. My grandpa came in the front door with a small brightly wrapped box in his hands and walked towards us. My mom smiled. "Finally! You here! we were just about to sing for tawny." Grandpa chuckled. "Sorry, I got caught in traffic. But I would never miss my favorite grand-daughters birthday!" "Grandpa! I'm your only grand-daughter!"I replied. He smiled al my statement. "Yup, and that's why you're my favorite" we sung happy birthday and opened presents. Gramps always brought the best ones.
I looked down at the necklace I had worn since I was eight years old. It had a small wooden wolf, hand carved be my grandpa, hanging off of it. Wolves had be my favorite animal since before I could remember. Mom had told me loads of stories about them when I was younger, about how there had been a tribe of 'wolf men' living in secret all around us in the forests. I was to old now at eighteen to believe in the stories, but I still reserved a small corner of my mind for the hope they were real out of breath I sat down on a tree stump close by. I remembered the day that I had wanted to go to the zoo... the day that I screwed up my life.
I was rambling of the names of the zoos wolfs to dad; I knew them all by heart. He was sitting in the front seat driving us down a small highway, thick green forest on either of our sides. Mom joined in on our conversation about the wolves. Dad turned to look out at something in the forest so I kept on talking to mom.al l of a sudden my dads head whipped back around to confront my moms. They were both wearing the same expressions. Fear. Faster then I could comprehend, a large solid object came into contact with the left side of the car, crushing it like tinfoil. I remember crying, and seeing my parents dead.
Looking up from my thoughts, I realized that it had gotten way later then I had thought. Muscles straining with the effort, I stood up and headed home. Without paying attention to where I was going, I started to walk forward. Damn it! If I hadn't bothered them with my talking they would still be alive! If I hadn't dragged them to the zoo because of my wants they'd still be alive. If I hadn't been born they'd still be alive...
All of a sudden my big toe connected with a reasonably sized boulder. I went sprawling on to the forest floor. "SHIT!" slowly picking myself up I turned around to glare at the boulder. My temper spiking now, my right foot drew back as if almost on strings and shot forward to attempt to hurt the boulder. Although I knew it was pointless and it would probably hurt me more than the boulder, I was still surprised when the offending piece of rock went flying. My mouth opened into a small 'o' of horror. What if it hit something? What if it hit someone!? I didn't want to be responsible for more deaths only into 18 years of my life. Sprinting n the general direction of the boulder, I realized that the probability of finding where it landed was probably very slim. So, changing direction towards home, I set a jogging pace and hoped that when I turned on the news that night, there were no reports of flying rocks hitting people square in the head.
I got home really late. I guess that my feet had taken me farther then I thought. Grandpa was sitting on the sofa watching the game.