Who Knows?

Some people can see me, others can't. I try everything to be noticed but not many people notice me. I'm the whisper in the wind, that people pass off.

When I was little, I was like everyone else, happy go-lucky 5 year old. Then one night, I witnessed something horrible. Something that I would never get out of my head. My mother had suffred from depression ever since I could remember, and on that night, I think she reached her breaking point.

She told me she was going upstairs to bed and that she loved me. She told me that everynight but this paticular night her voice seemed off. So when I thought she was upstairs, I went to investigate. She was sitting on the toilet with a knife in one hand, and a medicain bottle in the other. She cut her wristand collected the blood in the medicain bottle. She must have saw me cause she stopped and she had this terriffying look on her face.

She turned to me and her smile was creepier than ever. She got up, walked over to me, and bent down. Still smiling she asked me if I wanted to drink the blood in the bottle. I looked her straight in the eyes and told her no.

"No, but why not? It's one of the tastest things you will ever drink."

Her smile on her face was bigger than ever. I stepped back and nearly fell down the stairs. She looked like she was possessed because she didn't look like my mother. Her face was red, her eyes were black. She had blood running down her arm, and she was pale. My mother was beautiful, but not like this. Her hair alway fell just right, and stayed in place. Shehad gourgous baby blue eyes, and was skinny.

She stood there for a minute, then she slowly wlked towards me. I baked up every step she took, and finally broke into a run. She begane chasing me with the knife high i the sky.