After a few minutes of muffled crying and screaming, I finally managed to calm myself down enough to where I could think somewhat clearly. I knew I had to tell someone, but was scared that if I did She would hurt me, maybe even kill me. I wondered what my dad would do if he found me, torn to shreds like mom had been, somewhere on the side of the road. She would probably act like She was devastated, and comfort him. Maybe, after awhile, She would even force him to forget about me, just like she seemed to be doing with the memory of my mother.

That's when the realization hit.

I froze, suddenly paralyzed. Wild thoughts and theories began racing wildly through my head, stirring up memories of my mother's death. She had been mauled by an animal... Ripped to shreds but not eaten... The animal was never identified...

Her.

I clutched the comforter of my bed, tears streaming down my face, teeth grinding furiously, feeling sick to my stomach. Suddenly very much alert, and more...