Milk vision

“Mom, what’s wrong with you?” I ask my mom as I enter the kitchen. She was standing in front of the sink slowly rocking back and forth. “Mom!”   

She snarled so low I could barely hear her, then she slowly turned around. She had blood on her mouth and her eyes were red with a smokey shade to them. She took one step towards me and snarled again.  I don’t know why but I couldn’t move. She stepped again and opened her mouth as if she was going to speak but she let out a loud growl instead.  

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”  

I took a step back and bumped into the counter. She started to reach for me as she moved faster.  i grabbed her arms so I could get a closer look at her eyes. It was just like they had been talking about on the news.  People were being diagnosis with some kind of rabies. They appeared to be dead but then came back and attacked people. She was stronger than I remembered and before I knew it, she took a bite out of my forearm.  

“OUCH! FUCK!” I yelled. Everything moved super slow for the next couple of seconds but that didn’t stop her from trying to take another bite out of me. I pushed her back with my foot while trying to hold my bleeding arm. “MOM, STOP IT’S ME! I shouted, but I don’t think she heard me.  I reached behind me and grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on. It was a coffee cup I had made for her when I was in the third grade. I hesitated but she just kept lunging for my throat.  

I was too scared to cry so I yelled as I slammed the coffee cup into the side of her head. She didn’t even pause, so I hit her again. This time she fell backwards and hit the floor.   

I grabbed a towel from the counter and wrapped it around my arm. I grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket and called my dad.  

“Dad! You need to come home now. Somethings wrong with mom!” I cried into phone.   

“I’m on my way,” he replied and ended the call.  

I slid on the floor and sat next to my mom. I was starting to feel tired and hot. It felt like someone turned on the heat and had it on the highest setting it could go on. I moved the towel and blood squirted into the air.  My eyes were getting heavier with every second that passed. The room started to spin, and everything went black.  

When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry. The sun had gone down so it was dark in the house. My mom was gone, and my arm wasn’t bleeding anymore. It didn’t even hurt. I got up off the floor and tried to call out to my mom, but I couldn’t seem to talk. I still felt extremely tired, like I couldn’t lift my arms or move my legs. I wanted to rub my eyes, but I couldn’t. It looked like I was looking through a glass of milk.  My throat was starting to burn, and I was so cold.  It felt like I had been sitting in a freezer.   

What the hell is going on? 

I tried to speak again. “Grrrrrrrr!”  

I walked to the living room and back to the kitchen. I went to the front door but couldn't seem to life my arms to turn the doorknob. I screamed inside my head because the only thing that was coming out of my mouth was low rumbling noises. My mom was pacing the floor in the living room covered in both of our blood She didn’t acknowledge me, and I couldn’t acknowledge her. Is this what she was doing in her mind?  

I was hungry but not for food. It was a different kind of hunger. I could hear everything around me; it was like my hearing abilities were amplified. Was I dead? I walked to the stairs and looked at them before attempting to take a step. I wanted to reach for the rail, but I couldn’t.  I stumbled up the stairs to my room, but I always kept my door closed. I unconsciously walked up and down the hall several times before going back to the stairs. I took the first step, then the second.  The third step was where my feet got tangled in each other and I went rolling down the stairs. I heard a crack as I hit the wall and landed at the bottom of the stairs. I had broken my arm, but it doesn’t hurt. I stand and my arm dangles to my side.  

“Grrrrrrr!”  I mumble.  

I hear the sound of keys jingling at the front door. I walk from the kitchen to the living room and back to the dining room. I hear the key being put in the lock.  It’s my dad. Maybe he can help us and get us to the hospital. He walks into the house and looks around before running up the stairs. I can hear him moving around as though he’s looking for something.  My mom walks towards the door, following the sound of sirens blaring from the street. I almost follow her until I hear a loud crash from upstairs.  I turn my attention to the stairs and follow the noise.  I stumble up the stairs meeting my dad in the hallway.  He holds his gun up and points it at my head.  

“Baby, it’s daddy!” he says.  

I hear him but I can’t respond. I walk slowly towards him as he takes steps back.  His hand is shaking, and he is crying like a baby. I had never seen my dad cry before.  

Now I can lift my arms.....now I can move fast.  He fires a shot in the air before pointing back at my face.  

“ARIANA! STOP PLEASE!” he yells.   

“Grrrrrrrrrrrr!”   

His hand is shaking uncontrollably, and drops the gun.  I take a bite!