Short Story: Alzheimer's Home

Emma pulled up to the small ranch that she had grown up in. Although she hadn't visited in years, it was exactly as she had remembered. The powder blue house with white shutters and a white door. The lush bushes circled the house. But now there was a for sale sign on the lawn, one that would be taken down tomorrow after the papers were signed. Emma got out of her car and and turned the key in the door for the first time in seven years. She creaked the door open. The house was dull and dark.
When she stepped in, a life she had long forgotten came rushing back. How could she have forgotten the kitchen where she did her homework every day after school as her mother gossiped on the phone? The living room where her family camped out in while watching …show more content…
She stared at the phone from which her mother had called her to inform her of her father’s diagnosis three years ago. “He’s showing signs of Alzheimer's. A lot of signs, it was all very quick,” Her mother explained. Emma could hear her blowing out smoke. “He keeps talking about how him and Dave went fishing last weekend.” She took another puff. “I told him Dave died five years ago. But he said ‘No’ and then recounted a conversation that he told be twelve years ago about Dave’s daughter crashing his new Chevy. It’s been hard. First your grandfather dies and now I’m losing him. I wish you would come down and …show more content…
A gentle touch grazed her foot. You didn’t do well last week. The graze was a hand, it was softly running up Emma’s leg. Ms. Manson has it out for you. Another hand joined in as they both ran over her stomach. You’ll do better this time. The hands swiped along her shoulders. Clark is a wonderful tutor. The hand rested on Emma’s cheeks. For now, more hands gently joined in and covered Emma’s entire body, just enjoy a few fleeting moments left of sleep. The nails of the hands pierced into Emma’s body and tore into her. She felt herself oozing out of the wounds. She shot up screaming, eyes wide, opening to see nothing. There was no darkness nor light. Existence only included her and the hands dismembering her. They all viciously ripped into her flesh. Emma screamed but she knew it would do nothing. The whisper was now a screaming in her ears. It sounded like her but she knew it wasn’t. The hands just kept hacking and hacking and hacking and hacking