She had feared over the past two days that she would accidently take her own son’s life. The only thing she feared more than that would be taking his life purposefully. He tested every nerve that she has in her body and the strain of dealing with his restlessness was breaking her body down to the point beyond repair. The night before had been a complete nightmare, something of the sorts out of a 1970s horror movie. It’s been four days since she’s had to barricade herself in the house with Eddie terrorizing her from within and the blood thirsty crazies trying to break in every once in awhile when they would smell the fresh blood that would occasionally drip from the wound on Nikki’s arm. She wondered aimlessly about the house trying to make sense of everything and why she had to suffer so much more than anyone else.
She had occasionally checked on Eddie throughout the night to make sure he was still alive. She dared to not open the closet door and she didn’t want to wake him and start the bloodthirsty whines and fits he would throw from inside the closet.
