Her head cocked to her side, letting her black hair spill, allowing her deep black eyes to show. Kiyro knew instantly that something was wrong; the little girl's eyes were completely black, even to the point of filling up the white areas of her eyes.
Kiyro. I've been waiting for you. The girl mimicked her mother's voice. Her head twitched slowly; her lips began to curl into a bone-chilling smile. Kiyro, why don't you come to my mother's?
The last words sounded strained to the point of making Kiyro turn around into a full-out sprint. He ran. His feet skidded on the ground when he took a sharp left, followed by a mad dash through the hallway. The loud thrashing of his heartbeat pounded erratically in his chest; whatever that girl was, he knew she was trouble, and the trouble followed him in every corner.
Kiyro, why are you running away?
Kiyro saw the corner of his eyes, the girl with pure black eyes standing in the doorway.
Don't you love me?
With a frantic slide, he thought for a second that his body would smash hard into the wall, but he stopped himself just in time. With a push, he ran. So far, he didn't find anyone present, walking through the hallway. The chances of that were close to zero, making this whole run unusual. Even during the middle of the night, at least doctors and nurses were visiting rooms, but so far, Kiyro didn't meet a single person.
Kiyro, I know you can hear me. Come, my son, let your mother embrace you once again.
Kiyro didn't stop; he ran until he could feel the pounding feet slamming into the ground and shaking his soul. Stopping wasn't an option; living was the only thing he could think of. Whoever or whatever she was playing with his mind, twisting his mother's voice into a sinister laugh.
He knew that he shouldn't fear his mother's voice, but something about the evilness in her voice made him think otherwise. He needed to get far away from the girl that had his mother's voice, but for some reason, she wouldn't let him go.
Every turn that he made, she was there. He was waiting with her teddy bear in her hands, ready to call him with his mother's voice, enchanting him to stop. They were a couple of times, and he almost stopped to turn toward the voice, but now he didn't look back.
In the distance, he saw his father and brother entering the room. His feet stumbled, and he tripped and fell onto his knees.
Why don't you stop and be with your mother forever? The girl's voice cracked and turned more low and heavy. He glanced up and saw the toes of the girl in front of him. It slowly started to waver and changed into dark sneakers.
Kiyro bolted upwards, pushing through the girl. He felt a sudden chill run down his whole body, making him falter, but this didn't make him stop. Instead, he ran into the room and slammed the door behind him. Both Kyle and his father turned toward him as if he was crazy.
"What are you doing?" Kyle hissed at him. "Are you trying to wake up the whole hospital?"
Kiyro's father gave him a displeased scowl, but it was quickly washed away as he turned toward his wife. He could see the deep sadness riddled his father's face as his shoulder hunched forward in defeat.
"Sorry." Kiyro breathed out with a deep sigh. He hoped that the crazy demon girl didn't pass through the door any time soon. But, instead, he prayed that she wouldn't. It was becoming a crazy rollercoaster ride of emotions, and he certainly wasn't liking it. Already he could feel himself becoming tired. "How is she?"
He walked over with heavy steps; he stopped at the base of the bed and stared. His mother was ashen white with barely any life in her. The amount of effort she needed to breathe made him wonder if his mother would collapse any second. The thought horrified him.
With quick and dreary steps, he made his way toward his brother and squeezed his way in. He stopped and reached over to his mother; his hand slipped in and wrapped around her lifeless fingers.
"Mom." He squeezed her fingers, bringing her hands up to his face. "Please come back. We miss you already." Tears erupted on his face, bringing down my pent-up emotions. Even my brother was crying silently.
Time flew by slowly; Kiyro slept on one of the chairs on the opposite side of his mother. He was too tired to stay awake, and the thought of leaving her terrified him. So, like his brother, they stayed in the room as long as possible.
That night he dreamed of battling against monsters and being chased by the girl that sounded like his mother. He turned and woke up uncomfortable. The nightmare felt too real, almost stifling to the point where he thought he would get swallowed up in one go.
Sweat dripped down his face as his knuckles turned white from grabbing onto the side too hard. He didn't want to remember, but his vivid memory was still clear. Maybe it was all the accumulated stress he had felt, or possibly the strange event that had happened today, but it was just too much. He wanted a restful sleep, though life seemed to throw him a curveball and give him nightmares instead. He didn't even sleep for an hour when he sat against the desk. It stated that it was 3:33 A.M, making him groan with unrest.
A loud sound of something hitting metal startled Kiyro to turn around. His vision in the darkness cleared, allowing him to see. There was nothing that he could see that caused the strange sound. Instead, he quickly got up from his seat and walked toward his sleeping mother.
Looking down at his mother with love, he felt his heart wither in pain. To see his mother fragile all over again was a cold slap to his face, making his life even more miserable than before. He wished this nightmare was over, but his reality wasn't.
Not even a second later, the beeping sound of the machine flatlined, causing his heart to drop to the floor in absolute terror,
"Mom?!" He called out in fear and desperation.
Quickly he ran over to the foot of the bed and smashed his fingers down to press the button for emergency. His fingers repeatedly pressed, hoping that the nurse would come in faster. Finally, Kyle bolted up onto his feet and ran over to his mother.
"Mom?! Stay with me!" He cried out in desperation. "Mom!" His voice was like a banshee.
Kyle woke up in a flash; he was next to him, staring in horror. "What the hell happened?!" Kyle shouted, his breath coming short.
"I don't know! Quickly grab the nearest doctor or nurse!" Kiyro yelled. He turned around and raced out of the room with his brother. Both of them split in opposite directions hoping to find a doctor. His feet felt on fire from the desperate run through the hallways. All he could hear was the rapid beating of his heart as he dodged through the lonely hallway.
Kiyro. Once again his mother's voice called out to him. He looked around frantically.
"Mom?" He stopped to see where the voice was coming from; he felt a wash of panic fill his core.
Kiyro. The girl who bothered him initially gave him the most creepy smile he had ever seen. She was standing in front of him in plain white clothes with her teddy bear in hand. His heart froze, and sweat dripped down his face and back. He could feel her dark gaze staring into his soul, wanting to rip him out into shreds. He had to rush past her; she was blocking his path, making the advance much more difficult.
Just when he was about to bolt past her, he heard the pitter-patter sound of feet rushing towards him in a hurry. A doctor and a few nurses were running toward him in a hurry.
Kiyro instantly knew where the doctor and the nurse were running to. They were all in a hurry to get to his mother's room. He glanced around them, wondering if the little girl was still there, but instead, he found no one else.
He shook his head. His mother was dying; he had no time to worry about some little girl. Instead, he ran towards the doctor, filled with panic.
"Doctor! Quickly! Mom just flatlined!" Kiyro waved at the doctor in a hurry. They quickly followed him, understanding the panic that filled in Kiyro's heart.
Kiyro ran with the doctor, but at that moment, he saw the little girl running up ahead. His heart once again turned cold with worry. The girl kept running in the same direction that Kiyro and the doctor ran. Every turn that he made, the girl was there. His heart palpitated, and his worry grew every time she turned in the direction he was running.
It wasn't until the girl ran into the room that his mother was in that his heart dropped to the floor. Absolute terror wrecked his heart and mind, knowing what was to come was dread. He entered the room and found the girl beside his mother's bed. Her black eyes glinted with pure evil.
The doctor ran past him as he started to recuperate from his mother, trying to get a pulse. Kiyro didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to protect his mother against the monster next to her body. But, whatever it was, he felt dark powers coursing through the little girl's hand.
She climbed onto the bed and reached over toward his mother's heart.
"No!" Kiyro screamed, but the little girl only smiled even further. The doctor and the nurse turned toward him in surprise. It took a couple of seconds to snap out as they returned to what they were doing.
They caught a heartbeat, but not even a couple of seconds later, his mother's heart flatlined again. Kiyro watched in horror; the little girl's hand touched his mother's chest, and her hand went inwards towards her heart.
Suddenly his mother's body convulsed sporadically as if she was having a seizure. The doctor and the nurse pinned her down, trying to get a better grasp of her body. Seconds passed by until, finally, his mother stopped and went still.
At that moment, Kiyro heard a crushing sound and knew instantly what had happened. The girl pulled back her hand, and in her hand was a soft golden glow that seemed to radiate with life. It was a soft pulsating light that tickled his heart and gave warmth to his soul. He knew what it was. It was his mother's beautiful soul. The soul shifted and changed; two pairs of wings erupted outwards, forming a creature that Kiyro couldn't tell.
Everything about his mother's soul was dazzling, almost blinding that he had difficulty seeing what she had become. His eyes squinted, and he looked toward her even though it hurt his eyes. He couldn't tear away his gaze at his mother and stare speechlessly towards her and the little girl. All he saw was the little girl morph into a dark silhouette of a man with a hood over his head.
"Mine." He replied in a deep dark voice with pure pleasure. "Mine." He said again with more deadly conviction as he instantly disappeared with his mother's soul.
At that moment, he knew. His mother's heart failed, and she was dead.