No, she Lives

Wrath - the only emotion pulsating through my veins - burned in my eyes as I watched the thing occur which I had already dreaded.

After the convulsions stopped, Mom rose up as if possessed by the Devil. Her body at first levitating before twisting midair.

The monster glanced around, searching for something … for me.

But her efforts were futile. I was long gone.

Nonchalantly walking away, she left behind the blazing house, my dead girlfriend and a broken, tormented soul.

She didn't even limp as I watched in horror and amazement alike how she fled the scene.

Not sure whether to be more scared of myself for my indifference and complete lack of emotion or my mother for her godly powers and durability, I endured the scene of my beloved home perishing … until the ruins lay razed to the ground.

I watched.

And learned.

A whispering promise escaped my lips … or was it a promising whisper?

"You will pay."

"For your crimes against humanity."

"For your sinful atrocities against God."

"You will pay."