I feel cold,1,2,3, as a tear escapes my eye... I look at my palms, Why are my hands purple?! I say to myself, 5,6,7,each count makes me calm, realizing I said it outloud. I look at where my hands were and I was resting on purple acrylic paint. I take a deep breath and try to clear my mind. My thoughts are beginning to fade away but they are still faintly there. 10,11,12. My body is shaking in fear and my thoughts are slowly coming back. My ears are irritated from the sound of the door bell and someone yelling outside calling my dead mothers name,with each count, I get wiser. I take a deep breath and walk downstairs, then I slowly look out the window.. and I see the police officer... I obviously know why he is here. They have come for me. They want to take me away. I dont know what to do. With every count I get smarter. I'm going to hide, I soon lock my self up in the basement closet... I close the closet door and it is dark. Dark as the night sky. 35,36.. I am shaking, will my time stop today? Then I get a flashback of my mom. 40... Her beautiful brown eyes and black hair. 50... her amazing smile and her great personality. 60 ... but I saw her crying, I saw her fighting and struggling to get out of my fathers abusive arms. Fighting for herself and my sister.. 70.. I remember my little sister. She had green eyes and golden brown hair, but my father got angry at her once... and that was the end of it. I remember the hospital, my mom was crying because the ECG went straight, I heard the deadly beep sound, when I looked at my mom, she was tearing. 80... I remember the doctor. She was trying to make my mom feel better, it wasn't working. I looked outside at my sisters best friend and boyfriend. They were sitting there and the doctor came up to them and told them that she had died. Their faces were shocked, depressed and emotional. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve noticing my mascara smudged but didn't care. 90... I wake up, noticing it was just a flashback. Still hearing the banging on the door, the shouting continued. I have another memory of my mom in that car fighting with my dad, but then the moment came, my dad purposely drove into another car on the highway. I remember waking up in the hospital, at around midnight, I unplugged my wires connected to me; 95... I walked in the hallway of the white hospital. I saw kids at the age of four with cancer, the harsh reality was going through my mind, the world definitely isn't perfect I thought to myself. Then, I walked by my mom, I ran to her and saw that the wire wasnt connected; I thought maybe she was still alive so I checked her pulse and I felt nothing. I wanted to cry so badly but I couldn't let it out without waking everyone up. So there I was tearing up, the worst type of crying, silent crying. I felt the pain in my heart, knowing my mother was never coming back. 98... she was the world to me and now she's gone forever. I come out of the flash back and realise the officer was on the other side of the closet door. He opens the door and sees me crouched in the corner. He grabs my wrist violently and takes me away. I struggle to get out. 100... I wanted to die, hoping that I wouldnt come to 100. I cant live without my mom or sister, they were everything to me. I was screaming and crying. The pain in my heart got bigger and bigger with each scream that came out of my mouth.
