The Color Of My Blood

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The hot red liquid ran down my face, Tim looked at me with horror in his eyes. "dont be scared" i said, fighting through the pain. i could hear the sirens getting closer. The gentle breeze carried the scent of wild flowers and wet soil. The sun was almost completely behind the trees now. "mom? what am i supposed to do now?" i touched his shoulder, relizing that my pain was no longer. "live, baby. just live"

Submitted: February 23, 2011

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" Hey mom? Where is dad?"the little angelic voice rang through the air,I sighed, knowing exactly where he was. "Its Saterday remember?"I looked over at the big brown eyes stareing back at me. He looked so much like his father. "Oh ya, he is playing poker with his friends huh." He rolled over and lifted his tiny hands out from undernieth the tattered covers, waiting to be tucked in. "Thats right honey, and you have to be asleep before he gets home."I used to try to make this a game," Get to bed before the monsters get hungry". or , "Lets race to see who can dream first." He looked at me and i could see in his eyes he knew. He touched my face and said, "Its ok mommy, he will go to bed soon." Just then we both heard the front door open. "Where is my beer?!" The sound of his voice sent the feeling of sickness into my gut. There used to be a time whenI would gladly rush out to meet him. Now I cherish each and everylittle moment of peaceI have when he is gone.It all changed two weeks after we got married, and now allI could think about when he is here is the life of my son, my angel.I hurried out of the room giving Tim one last glance. He looked scared, butI told him to stay and try to sleep.

I shut the door and went to turn but he was already in my face. "What the hell is your problem?! AllI ask for is a little respect, and a cold beer in my hand whenI walk through that cheap ass door!"I didn't look at him. Though it was hard not too,Iusedtohide behind my dark hair. Last weekend however, in a mad drunken rage he cut it all off. Tonight was different though. Something was off in how he was acting.I dared to look at him, and there it was. There was a look in his eyes thatI had never seen before except maybe in movies. Evil, pure evil. Suddenly struck with the intense feeling of fear,I was too shaken to see what was about to happen. The blow to my face hurt. Not alot out first but it soon turned into a massive trobbing pain that eurupted through my skull.I dropted to my knees.A kick all of suddenstruck my abdomin.I heard a crack but the pain didnt register untilI was rolled over on my back."You filthy whore!I don't keep whores in my house!" He marched to the bedroom. "Please god, give me the strength."I choked on my own words, it was hard tobreath.

I heard a small cry from down the hall. Tim.I looked up, Tim was standing in his doorway crying. "Hide" i managed to choked out. Trying to find my strengthI got up on all fours." MOM!"I looked up again,I dont know what hurt more, that look of terror on my sons face or the sudden sharp pain in my back.I foundmyself on the floor, a pool of blood forming aroundmy head.AllI can think about is Tim. I felt really tired and fought to keep my clouded eyes open, but couldnt. Through theblure of tears and blood, I saw the posessed man stumble down the hallwaytowards Tim.Next thingI know, Tim andI are running through the nearby trees. The sun was getting ready to set. How we got thereI couldn't remember. It didn't matter. We were ok, Tim was ok. We stopped in a small clearing. Not panting, not out of breath.The hot red liquid ran down my face, Tim looked at me withcurriosity in his eyes. "Dont be scared."I said,I could hear the sirens getting closer. The gentle breeze carried the scent of wild flowers and wet soil. The sun was almost completely behind the trees now. "Mom? Whatare wesupposed to do now?"I touched his shoulder, realizing that my pain was no longer. Looking across the way,I could see our house.A medical team walking out with what looked like two body bags."live, baby. Just live"


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