My Mother

I ran through the woods, anticipating what might have been termed as supernatural. The wind tried to pull me back, but I had to clear the mindless thoughts that were beginning to create havoc and despair in my mind. I was not running for my life, which seemed unimportant right at the timely moment of death. I was least concerned about my well-being right now. The very essence of my existence was at war and all I could think of was Mom. Yes, it seemed surreal and wrong that I would run to save the one person whom I ignored most, the one who gave me birth and brought me, out of boredom, into this world. Ah, again with the sarcasm. Sometimes, having a temper and not being able to express it properly could be such a pain in the neck, that releasing screams was possibly the most sane option. Nevertheless, wail as I may, Ihad a job to do. I kicked my legs which seemed useless now for they had started voicing their difficulties. I already had had a knee replacement before, but the excruciating pain didnt bother me in the least. Probably, because I knew Gods gift was in danger. I could hear him properly. His melting voice, his faint whispers, the clinking of his boots. It was what anyone could describe as eerie. I knew that if he caught her arm first, the sweet smell of her blood would overpower him and I would lose all possible control on my anger. A growl ripped from my throat and I raced further, no doubt, hearing a sickening crack just beneath my thighs. My teeth clenched together as I fought against the agony, the overwhelming scream of protest in my body that almost made me stop. Almost. His ghostly smile could be seen clearly, along with his staggered face, smiling towards victory. Oh, what fury raced within me! I couldnt describe the tightening of my muscles. I hadnt noticed how far I had reached before the familiar lawn came into view. He opened the door, stuck out his tongue and darted towards the living room, venom flowing in his mouth. I was too late. With my full strength, I broke the wall which had protected my mother for twenty five years, weakly, yet with full determination, from normal human beings. I was not normal, not in the very least, and that didnt bother me. What bothered me and set me down against my knees was my mothers peaceful look as the monster satiated his thirst, gurgling his throat like a child.

A roar echoed through the house, with an immediate accompany of the slash of a sword. His head bobbed sideways before rolling down on the floor, his expression full of horror. The body dis embedded slowly, until a mountain of ash remained. I dragged my foot towards the wheelchair, which now held the most dearest person to me on earth. She smiled briefly and set her wasted hand against mine before whispering, I love you, son. Her heart did not beat again.