"Help! Help! Please; someone help me get him off her! I need her alive damn it! Please Caroline; stay awake, they are coming!"
The blood wouldn't stop following from the flowing from the deep wound that was coming from her chest. The blood was speaking through the rug and into the cracks on the wooden floors. The whole house was trashed; blood smeared through the floors and walls, glass all over the floor, and all I could here were my dad's screaming at my mother to stay awake. I stood by the door while it poured and the thunder boomed outside. Somehow I knew my mother was no longer with us. She never was...
"Caroline!"
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Pushed to the Edge
Romance"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold whe he is only sad." - Henry W. Longfellow ...
