Not Expecting the Expected
As I slowly turned onto my solemn street, Amber Lane, a rush of eeriness engulfed me. The crunchy, orange and gold leaves beneath my feet echoed a sound just like footprints of a giant. The world around me appeared silent. Goosebumps rose on every inch of my body. As I was stood there, in the middle of the cool rush of wind that has just picked up, I heard my phone begin to buzz in the back pocket of my new dark-blue jeans. When I checked to see who was trying to contact me, I saw that it was only my mother, who probably was wondering where I was.
Our white, one-story home came into clear view after walking down half of the street. As I approached the front yard, my pace naturally quickened into a speed walk. My breath could be seen in visible puffs of tiny clouds as I reached for the doorknob. But someone had already opened the door, and left the keys in it as well. Mom must of forgotten her keys I thought to myself. The door violently kicked open due to my sudden rush of adrenaline. Something in the air did not feel right.
I plowed through the living room and into our small, newly renovated kitchen. No one was there. I checked the basement, the laundry room and the dining room and received the same results. After checking her bedroom, I took a peak down the hall and saw the illumination of the fluorescent bathroom lights.
Turning the knob of the bathroom door, I encountered something blocking the way of the door. I tried using a little more force to get the door opened. Instantly, I heard a moan. I squeezed through the little crack of the door and looked down to see my mother on the floor. Her hands clutched to her chest. My head flooded with thoughts of sheer panic.
Her heart seamed to beat in slow-motion. Thump, an extremely long pause, another thump, and so on. Rapidly, the space between her heartbeats was increasing. Her skin felt as cold as the tile floor. Her eyes were starting to roll to the back of her head. My...