Mommy's Killer

The Nightmare

I screamed. I screamed louder than usual.My dad came through the door half sleep, but I knew he was actually tired of having to go through this every night. " The nightmare again?" He said almost agitated. But he has no idea how it feels to watch your mother die over and over again when you sleep. I nodded " I will go sleep downstairs, maybe it's not so suspenseful." I slipped into my pink bunny slippers and made my way downstairs leaving my father in my room.

It's been 11 years since Mom died, and almost every night I still have the same nightmare. I can still here my Mom's screams buzzing through my ears. These nightmares have to stop I need to sleep.

It's nearly 4:00 a.m. And I haven't got any sleep yet. I remember my moms last words to me before she faced death. " Whatever you see, whatever you hear do not scream." And I didn't , who knew those words could save my life but not Mom's. Just listening to a man break in and slice her up, I was six years old I was completely traumatized. Traumatized. When I went to go after her, the man had left and my Mom's blood had painted the walls and I hugged on to what was left of her. Her blood had stained the fluffy white carpet and she was stabbed so many times it was as if she was torn up. I laid there crying, crying so hard and I felt so sick and dizzy I wasn't sure who it was who had found me. Oh, I remember it was Officer Lancaster who was called by our neighbor Ms.Telvin who said she heard screams. It felt like the cops took hours to come but I remember them covering up my mom's body and taking pictures of the crime scene. Mom's killer was never found and it was almost as if nobody made an effort.

Dad had came to the rescue to get me at the police station, I remember him so distraught we stayed at a hotel for 3 days calling everyone and dad talked funeral plans. He held me most of the time because I wouldn't stop crying and I wasn't speaking. The police had tried to ask a few questions but I never spoke a word. They recommended a therapist who I stopped going to once I turned fourteen. Ever since I witnessed my mom's passing I've had nightmares at least every night since. I eventually started to drift to sleep but the same question is on my mind. Who killed you Mom?

I woke up Saturday morning, I had only slept for 6 hours but I wasn't tired. I hurried to shower and threw on some sweats and a hoodie and called Piper, my best friend so we could meet up at the park. Sometimes Piper acted awkward with me as if she was friends with me because she felt bad for me. But she was always there when I needed her so I was glad to have her around.

Around 10:00 a.m. I walked up to the park where Piper was sitting on a bench, her long blonde hair was on her left shoulder down in curls. She wore a sweatshirt and jeans and had earphones in. I sat down next to her on the bench and she took one earphone out. She looked at me with a puzzled look. " You okay? You look exhausted." I told Piper about the nightmares but not that it was often. I just looked at her and nodded. We often sat in silence or gossiped. " Oh! I forgot to tell you I decided to have a small get together before summer ends so of course you are at the top of the invited list." Piper said.
"Small get together? We barely even have friends!"
"Me and you and then maybe I'll invite Michelle, Violet, Dylan, Chase and Caden."
Caden was so adorable but he was a huge goofball. I know Piper isn't inviting Ashley because me and her had a falling out, well a physical one. I sorta punched her in the face.
"Ryan?" I dazed out. " Hey you want to go and get some lunch I'm seriously starving." I looked at the time on my phone and it was after 12, I nodded and got up as we walked to our favorite place for lunch; Giddy's Grill. As soon as we got there my dad started to call. "I've got news get home fast!" He yelled over the phone. I told Piper I had to leave and ran home, what was happening?
When I got home there was an Officer at my house. "Ryan, this is Officer Lancaster, do you remember him?" Dad said. Barely, all I could remember was seeing my mom die. " It's nice to see you again, Ryan" Officer Lancaster said. His voice was deep and cold as if he was always prepared to tell a family that someone had died and have little sympathy in his words. I shook his hand. " What's going on here?" I asked. Officer Lancaster held up a large ziplock bag with a huge dirty knife. " This was dug up early this morning near the lake across the town..."Officer Lancaster started " It was identified to be the one that was used during the killing of your mom, Amanda Mekille."