Radioactive

Sarah

*~*Hey guys, Radioactive is something I started writing when I was in 7th grade... so there's bound to be errors. If you can point out some of those errors, it would be much appreciated*~*

The darkness came as if in a blast. It startled me like a tidal wave at full force. I heard something-- our electricity?-- crackle nearby. Then all was silent.

Blackouts usually didn't scare me. What did scare me though, was the intensity of it all; The lack of my mother's voice. Something about this one is different. I knew it. I sensed it.

I'll count, I decided.

1...2...3...4... ... I counted. When I got to a hundred, I gave up. My mother wasn't coming. And the now creepy darkness still hasn't gone.

I'd even forgotten where I was before the blackout. A fact that I'd overlooked, and has now left me forever as a result.

"M- mom?" I stuttered. I barely even heard myself. But what I did hear came out as a rasp, something wrapped up in utter fear. For once, I wished that my brother Cane was here. Just having someone else here with me would be enough, I thought. Unfortunately, Cane was at a basketball game- not home.

I didn't know why I was so... scared. So breathtakingly frightened. After all, my mother might have left for groceries, and had forgotten to tell me. This happened occasionally.

I took a deep breath, then another. It's all right Sarah, it's going to be all right. I repeatedly tried to reassure myself, but nothing was working. The only thought that occurred to me as clear as a bell was: Something's wrong, something's wrong...

Then suddenly, there came a scream. A blood curling scream that shook the very bones right out of my body. The most saddest and blood curling thing of that scream was that it was of my mother. It was not of someone on the television, not of a person down the street that I didn't care much about. It was my mom. My mom that cared for me, and loved me and...

As I stood there, stiff with tears dripping in disbelief, I heard the scream transform. To something that made every hair in my body crawl.

From a sad, blood curling scream, came the mournful howl of a wolf in the full moon. I listened to it for a moment longer. Lingering, daring, hoping. That my mother hadn't just turned into a monster. The monster that was warned about on television, on the newspaper, at school. Oh, how much I didn't want to believe that my mom had turned into one. My heart ached, it growled, it hungered. Why me? Why my mother?

I heard a series of distorted grunts as the monster-- my mother if she still was-- made her way up the stairs and towards my room.

Surely, she wouldn't, couldn't??

These were my last thoughts as I turned towards the sound, my impending doom, that the monster had in store for me.