*Warning: Mature Content. Read at your own risk, especially if you hate reading about blood or murder.*
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~Chapter 4: The Second Worst Day Of My Life~
“Mom! May! Nick! Im home.” I shouted and walked into the house. All the lights were off. Maybe they went shopping. I then looked on the fridge and saw the note that May left for me.
Nick and I went out to have dinner. Mom knows where we are and I should be home around 8.
May & Nick
I then turned on the light to find a trail of blood on the kitchen floor. I slowly followed it until I reached a puddle of blood with my mom. Dead. Tears started to come down like a waterfall. I ran to her and cradled her in my arms, hoping that this was all just a dream. I pinched myself, but I wasnt dream. My fathers dead. Now my mother is. Who else will be taken from my life now?
I sat there, holding my mothers lifeless body, and wanted someone to take me too. Take me away from all of this. I want to be with my mother and father. I wanted all the bad karma to go away. I looked down at my mothers body, a knife was still in her heart. She was wearing a sweater with a pocket that was on her left breast. There was something white sticking out of that pocket. I reached out and pulled it from the pocket.
It was a folded piece of paper that was addressed to my name. I unfolded the piece of paper that was written in my best friends handwriting. Well, ex-best friend, but a best friend. As it read:
You made me do this. If you had not made out with my boyfriend,
she would still be breathing, now shes not nor will she ever. You
dont deserve to be happy. I do. Ive been through everything. And
yet, you couldnt help but be slut. I hope you die with your stupid mother.
And yet, she didnt put up much of a fight. Shes weak, just like you.
Stay away from me and my boyfriend.
I ended up crying even more. My mothers killer was Sami, my former best friend. She hasnt been through shit. She has gotten everything that she has ever wanted in life. Boys, clothes, cars, cellphone, laptops, and even flat screen TVs. She is nothing but a spoiled brat. I first lost my father, now my mother.
I end up crumpling up that paper and tossing it onto the floor. I then grabbed my cellphone and dialed 911.
911, what is your emergency? the 911 operator spoke as I wiped my tears and cleared my throat.
“Theres been a murder at my house. My mother is dead.” I spoke.
“Are you okay? Is anyone else hurt? We are sending help your way.”
“No, Im not hurt. Just hurry.”
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