Blissful Oblivion

Hell. Now that I thought about it, he looked an awful lot like one of the guys that killed my mom. An image flashed in my mind's eye, and I saw him;
He was holding a knife to my mom's throat. She was sobbing, her face blotchy and smeared with makeup. He looked at me intensely. "Sierra, please, " he said. "Don't make me do this. Just give me the artifact." His eyes were begging. I shook my head and let out a sob of frustration. "What artifact? What are you talking about?" Stupid crazy people. "You know what I mean," he said, his eyes turning red right before he sliced open her throat.

I shook myself from the hallucinated PTSD flashback, and focused my gaze on this horrible piece of my past. My sight turned red. "YOU KILLED MY MOM!!!" I spat. I lunged forward and reached to claw out his eyes. He took my arms in a painful restraining grip, and I wrenched to the side, pulling free and flinging him to the ground. I stood up and aimed a quick, sharp kick to his head, but he caught my foot and pulled me to the ground. He rolled over on top of me, slammed my head against the rock behind it, and my vision went black.

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