Forever Changed - By Jamie Gibson Page 0,2

with his dead body!!

I felt my blood pressure rise. I felt my heart pick up its beat. I felt tears spring to my eyes. I felt like my lungs would burst. I saw a red glow and for half a second I wondered where it came from. Most of all, I felt anger and the need to hurt my mother.

Before I knew it, my feet started moving. Instead of unlocking the door, I ran through it. Wood splintered and flew everywhere. Dry wall fell in chunks from where I took the door frame completely out of the wall. My mother was standing there just grinning.

“See, I knew you would be just like him! I knew you were more a part of him then me! Well, guess what missy? I may be just as terrified of you, as you are me, but I am the one who holds the gun in my hands. I brought you into this world and don’t think for a minute, I won’t take you out of it! I can take your life just like that.” She snapped her fingers, sounding afraid.

“Oh really, well mother, let me tell you something. Even though you hold a gun in your hands, goes to show how much you don’t know about them. A shot gun only holds two rounds and you have not reloaded.” I spit this out with such hate. It took everything in my power not to shove that empty shot gun barrel down her throat.

“You think I don’t know that? I need you alive girl! Who else is going to help me clean up this mess?” She said waving her hand toward my father’s dead body. She looked at the blood all over the main entry door, the floor, and the walls, where my father’s brains and blood still slid down. And I have no idea how I did it, but also at the mess, from the door frame I ran through.

I became sick. “How could you ask me to do this? How can I? Why would you take my father away from me?” I asked my mother, trying to hold back the tears and the bile that was edging up the back of my throat.

“You have no idea who your father was,” she said through tears, “I barely knew who your father was. What I did know about him, is something I don’t want you to turn into. I love you, Elizabeth. I am not going to kill you; I am going to change you.”

“Change me into a killer like you?” I asked sarcastically.

I watched as the hurt reached my mother’s eyes, “You have no idea what you are talking about Elizabeth. One day you will understand that this was for your own good. Until then, let’s get this mess cleaned up.”

I just stood there looking at my mother. I was so confused! During the time, I was debated with my mother; she had reloaded the shot-gun. She now aimed it at my chest and had her finger on the trigger

“Go grab the shovel and start digging! Now!” She screamed. My fear replaced my anger. I did as I was told and ran toward the back door. I had to go dig my father’s grave.

Chapter 3

It was storming, when I went outside to grab the shovel from the storage shed. The lightning was striking low to the ground and the thunder rumbled loudly. The rain poured and for a moment I stood there soaking it all in. I was hoping that the lightning would kill me where I stood.

I imagined it striking me, making my skin turn black and causing it to smell like burning flesh. I chuckled a little when I imagined my dark hair sticking up everywhere, like in the old movies. I couldn’t help myself and started laughing hysterically at the thought. The hysterics slowly faded and turned to tears.

I picked up the shovel crying as I started lifting shovel after shovel full of mud out of my father’s grave. I continued for over an hour the mud made it extremely hard to get as deep as I should have. Of all nights to kill my father, she would pick the one where it was storming.

I was soaked to the bone and had bloody dime sized blisters on my hands, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was my father. I had cried so much that I was shuddering and shaking. All I could do was think about him.

“Elizabeth, you have been