ExcerptA Chapter by BkHolic_15Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul. -- Thomas MertonI quickly descended the stairs, my hair flying behind me like the cape
of a princess. Then, as I looked up, impatient to see what had caused the ambiguous
noise, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was so sudden; it felt like a wall had
slammed itself in my way, making my hair flatten itself against my back. I blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. It wasn’t going. I could still see it,
right there, a few feet away. For a moment I grew confused as my head tilted to
the side, the rest of my body staying motionless on the bottom of the
staircase. “This can’t be, it’s impossible,” I convinced myself in my head with as
much denial as I could muster. However, it then started to penetrate. The image that was now burnt
into my brain for the rest of my life started to make sense to my hesitant
mind. My lips parted slightly as I finally felt it. Pain. There was so much pain, it was as if ice had wrapped itself
around my heart painfully tight, taking it in a cold, merciless grip as it crippled
it a bit by a horrifying bit; and with it, an involuntary scream of terror and
disbelief tore itself out of my lungs. There on the ground was my mother. Blood was seeping from the gash of an
open wound in her neck and her chest was completely still and unmoving. But
what made the ground give out from under me was seeing her eyes. Those eyes were
once warm and smiling; they used to always be so warm and smiling. Not anymore. Those eyes… they were glassy. They were unfocused. They were lifeless. A soft mew involuntarily escaped my parted lips at the agonizing sight. © 2014 BkHolic_15Author's Note
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