Karma Always Comes Back to Bite You

Everything was pitch black. A lightless void. One foot in front of the other, each step oddly easy despite my lack of sight. I could feel cold air biting at my being yet it didn't hurt. I never shivered. I could feel myself taking steps, but my feet never seemed to land. My chest rose and fell as my diaphragm expanded and released but I never heard my breath. Had I gone deaf? Blind? I didn't know, I couldn't know. All I could do was walk. I felt utterly calm, I couldn't remember what happened if anything ever did happen. One step was different. My foot fell a shorter distance as if the ground I had never seen became elevated. I persued. My feet fell shorter with each step. The air seemed tenser yet nonexistent. I pressed on, each step I felt lighter. Not my head but my body. At each step, I could make out a flash of a word. Step, Luggage. Step, London. Step Excitement. Step, Children. Step, Mother. Step, Family. Step, Laughter. Step, Music. Step, Highway. Ste- A sharp pain runs through my being. Every limb burning like a thousand suns. My eyes throbbed as my chest heaved for air that was never there. I felt nauseous like I'd been crying. Outstretching a desperate arm, and a trembling hand I force myself to climb.

"Daughter, Lilian" A mocking whisper taunted. Lilian. My beloved daughter, what did they want? "Son, Zane" The whispers continue without a source. My son, what did they do to him? "Husband, Davis" It's taunting me, I know it. Davis. That name twisted and hurt. My head felt as though I had been smacked by a paddle at the mention of Davis. "You, Moster" It whispers "You Moster" It sounded more certain, I wanted to scream but I felt as if my mouth had been sewn shut like Billy Butcherson's. "You're a monster, You did it, You deserve it" It yells, voice full of anger and spite. "Don't worry. They're better off without you. Come on Mom. Let's eat Mother. Mothers are supposed to nourish their children. Not use them as nourishment. Worry not though mother, you will only feel my pain." The wretched voice says. A scene paints itself in front of my writhing body. I was standing in the kitchen, my long midnight hair cascading down my slim back in waves. A soft hum to an unrecognizable song fills the air. Soft footsteps come down the stairs, and each step seems careful like they were trying to be undetected. I knew that they were, I knew who they belonged to and I hated it. My eyes fixated on the boy's wide blue ones. They reminded me of my father. My cheating abusive disgusting father. God, I hated that blue. The woman that looked like me, that was me. Looked at him. Her muscles stiffening and her teeth clenched in fury. She was seeing red, I already knew.

"Micheal get your ass down here and come here you filthy ungrateful brat!" Her voice echoed through the house, his mind. I hated seeing myself act like that, sound like that. Just like that man. His eyes went wide before locking with the floor. His small body trembling as his bottom lip quivered. His ocean eyes gloss over.

"Yes ma'am? Did I do something wrong?" He croaks out. His voice full of fear and regret. My eyes burned into his skull. I didn't even answer his question. Before he could react my hand launched out and wrapped its slim tallon-like fingers around his small throat. My eyes widen with his as if I was feeling his pain. His eyes wide and full of fear. I watched as he kicked and tried to scream, as he called out of Davis. I watched as his face turned red and he started coughing and clawing at my arm. I could feel pressure on my throat and I try to claw off the non-existent hand. I watched as his arm fell limp and his face turned purple. I couldn't breathe. My lungs burned with the fires of the top layer of hell. My head felt faint and my body grew weaker as I trembled with each gasp for air. I watched the life drain out of the eyes I hated. I acted out of rage. Punished him for existing with my father's eyes. Punished him for something he couldn't control. His body was cold, and limp. Big enough to feed me and Davis. Scooping up my firstborn son I set him down on the marbled counters. I stared into his lifeless blue eyes and hacked. With each painful whack to a limb, I yowled. I could feel the dull blade being slammed down on my shoulders, my hips. My mind clouding in pain. I boiled and shredded each action of hiding his body I felt the pain for. I served him. I ate him. Each bite was a bite of myself. Was he going to eat me now as revenge, or was he already eating me? No, he couldn't. I was alive and he was dead. This was all a dream, a nightmare I was forced to relive to punish me for my actions.

"Mother, I don't think you understand. You forgot one thing. You left Grandpa alive." Those words made my heart sink. His grandpa. My father. The man who abused me, my mother. The man I inevitably became. I could remember it now.

I was in the kitchen, warm air cascading into the room from the sunlight. My hair now has grey strands. I was cooking with my daughter, Lilian. We were making cookies for Santa. I heard a knock on my door and made the mistake of opening the door. Davis was at the park with Zane or at least that's what he said. I left Lilian in the kitchen and went to open the door only to be met with officers.

"Ma'am we have received a call that Rosa Sanchez is responsible for the murder of Micheal Sanchez. Is this the Sanchez household?" The first one asked, he had buzzed blonde hair. It looked horrendous.

"Yes, this is the Sanchez household but I have nothing to do with my son's death. I thought he went missing after running into the woods." My voice was steady and calm as I lied to their faces. The female officer scowled.

"Ma'am we have DNA evidence that the bones you buried in the security camera footage of Antonio Green's backyard are Micheal Sanchez's. You are under arrest for lying to an officer and being a suspect in your son's murder. You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can and will be used against you in court. Turn around and put your hands behind your back ma'am. Things will go smoother if you cooperate." Her voice was stern and unwavering. I had been caught in my lies. How come my father never submitted this evidence until now? I couldn't leave my family. I wouldn't leave my family. I did what any rational woman would do. I ran, everything went black quickly after I got to the road. Then I was here, in this hell, with Micheal. I had left my family behind, I had left my evidence behind, I had left my humanity behind.

"You are home now Mother." Micheal calmly says putting a hand on my shoulder sending chills down my spine. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Now you have all the time in the world to find out how much anger I have been building up against you."