I stood there.
Helpless.
Alone.
Worried.
Scared.
I looked down at my my mom, lying there, struggling to survive. I watched her struggle.
i looked around i saw the killer.
he walked towards me with a grin on his face.
he was holding a quite large knife.
and he held it up. And that was the final end. I got to be with my mom, in the happiest place we could be in.
