At Her House

A flat tire, fantastic I thought to myself as I assessed the damage. Today was not my day, I had to much to do. That meeting with that women was berserk. I was on my way home, in the snow.

When does it ever snow in Virginia. Thankfully are car is pulling up, I can only hope they don't want to kidnap me considering the neighborhood my mothers old broken car was pulled over in. The man in the car, thankfully, was an old school mate of mine. We were not really close but I can say he wouldn't kidnap me. He was tall and buff, different from a year ago. There was something odd about him as he walked towards my mothers car though, something seriously off. He felt guilty, but it was not guilt for what he did, but for what he was going to do. I looked around, wind blowing my short shaggy blonde hair, I didn't see anything but a few passing cars, and me. As he got close I ran through the day that I just experienced, I had an interview with a social worker, she was off her rocker I remember that. She was telling me how much I needed to protect my foster sister, how important she was. I already new this. I could not understand why she felt so strongly about this. She was by the end of the interview shouting it at me as I was leaving the building, no doubt that she would be admitted by the end of the night for her insane outburst. I snapped myself back into reality as he came closer, now right in front of me. "Have a flat tire?" The way he talked as if he had never met me in my life, this not being true he was a friend of an ex in which we "hung out" from time to time. "Um, yea." He paused, looked around, then from something out of this world pulled a gun on me. I could not help but laugh, though he was serious about his actions. Something flickered, as if a forgotten memory or life. I ducked down instantly, good reflexes on my part, and rolled under the car as he shot his gun at me, actually shot it. After I hit the small patch of woods I booked it running, he was fast though and on my heels in minutes. All I could think is what the heck is going on. Why in the world would he shoot me let alone keep following me to continue the job if he was steeling my car? Oh god, maybe he wasn't steeling my car, then what? He lagged back, I either lost his interest or was outrunning him. I had a few bucks in my pocket and jumped on the first city bus. Luckily for me it was one heading towards home. Taking half the day I reached my destination. As I turned the corner to my aunts house my mothers car was parked in its usual spot as if nothing today ever happened, for sure I was going crazy. I was hesitant as I walked up to examine it. The tire had been replaced, it was new and looked out of place from the other three. They keys were on the seat, next to a gun. I ducked down to the ground again panicked. I felt around, everyone was safe inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary, it was quiet, maybe a storm coming. I slowly opened the code lock on the car and pried open the door, still low to the ground. I must have looked like a fool to anyone watching, but it was a quiet neighbor hood. I grabbed the keys and the gun. It felt odd in my hand, I shut the car door and crawled like an idiot to my aunts house. I came in the door, within the next few moments I was nothing but stunned. The back door swung open, everything happening so fast. I stumbled to where my mother was sitting. I was to late though, bullets and glass, pieces of baskets flying in odd directions around me. I was hit in the upper torso near my ribs, i assume inches from my heart, it knocked me down but I was back up instantly. I shot the stupid gun at the being closest to my mother, it hit him dead square in the forehead, I felt satisfied so one second the concentrated on my goal, get to my mother. She was hit, in the chest and on the leg, she would never survive this. I grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency number then tossed it to the ground, it was a land line, they could figure it out. The people or monsters had left swiftly with my wounding one of them unsuspectedly. This was not the same person that attacked me earlier, these people felt different, not like people at all. They left to quickly with a since of purpose, I could hear the sirens. My mom was barely breathing, "I love you mom" I sobbed as I picked up the gun and turned seeing the massacre of my family. I took my aunts keys with my bloody fingers and took off towards my sisters girlfriends house. I was a thousand kinds of numb, I could not feel anything of my own, only the millions of people living in the city. I could feel that some were following me with purpose, but I was following others, monsters with a destination to the only person left to me at the moment and I will not let anything happen to her with out one really good explanation. I raced through traffic, speeding, questioning, at a time like this, why no cops were following me. It was strange. What kind of day was I enduring, it had to be a dream. Nothing else like this could ever happen in reality. Peoples families don't get massacred, people don't pick up a gun and chase people through the woods for no reason. As I pulled up to the house near my old high school I noticed the small black cars parking in front of it blocking the intersection. I stopped my car in the middle of the road and ran, gun in my hand, odd. I smashed through the back window scaring the hell out of the girl once sleeping in the bed, as others crashed through the front door murdering the mother of the house, the farther was somewhere else in the city. She jumped up instantly heading for the other area of the house, I pulled at her forcing her out the window, "run, i will get her". Meaning her beloved girlfriend, who I knew was being shot in the bathroom one room from the one I stood in. She was out the window, I headed toward the bathroom, shooting another in the head. On the floor, in a marvelous seen in which the deceased would have love a photograph of lay my sisters girlfriend, a friend to me. I turned from the bathroom, my actions and life changed for ever from what I did next. I raced through the house in a movie like trance, without regret murdering every single person in that house. In my life I had never imagined or assumed anything like this would ever happen. I wanted to die myself, but there was a scared young girl running from her now forgotten life. As I left the house something familiar from earlier today passed by on a now empty road, no cars no people, it looked regular. He was driving towards the school. Where I had no doubt she would be crying her eyes out. 
I was sitting in a McDonald's why she ordered food, remembering. Remembering all that, it seemed like yesterday when all those and more, events occurred. I will never forget the resentment she felt and still feels when I came up to that school alone and without her lover. We were somewhere outside of New York. The bus that we would be riding to Canada would not leave for another hour, so I was treating her to a public outing. It has been almost a year since she had been to a public place dude to all the police activity we have created. She sat down, she was in a good mood due to the outing. She smiled at me, for the first time in many years where it was actually meant. I smiled in response while she asked; "where did you go this time?" I took sometime to come up with a good answer, by the time i replied she had almost forgot the question, "home". She nodded and continued to eat, pondering in her own memories i assumed.
She was more excited than usual, she was in a New York McDonald's. It wasn't a fancy restaurant or a public park but it was something. She was ordering as much as she could, who knows when she will be in a place like this again. She looked back to the table where her sister sat, she was not here again. She was never here anymore, she was always rapped up in her memories. This place was no good yes, but at least she could except reality, he sister could not. The quiet trip up was almost unbearable as she had to sit next to the traitor that slept with the enemy. She forgave her though, it was the only person she had left and couldn't stand it to be mad for very long. They have had fights before, this was nothing. Food was done, she just about danced over to the table with her exciting tray of food.