Before Juliette's Death
I woke up, I heard my mom yelling, but I also heard someone else. I wasn't sure who it was, but it didn't sound good. I wanted to open my eye's but I was very sleepy. I was going back to sleep, but then I heard a gun shot. I got out of my bed and into my slippers. I ran down stairs to check if she was in the kitchen or dining room, she wasn't there. So I ran to the pool, the living room and the game room, but she wasn't there either. So I ran back upstairs. I ran into her room, and I saw her laying on the floor, looking all pale, blood on the floor..... I stood there frozen for a while. Then I got close to her.
"mom, mom?,mom??!!!
Please mother answer me!!"
" Ma--riah go call *coughs* the... I'm sorry, I haven't told you...SORRY, goodbye, I love you my dea--"
" No!No!NO!! Mom please don't leave me here. Mom...."
I got away and slid to the corner, I just watched her laying there, dead. I couldn't believe it, I didn't want to believe that the only person that mattered to me was gone, in an instant. I was remembering of the days when I was younger, all of my birthdays and even the small arguments. I knew I was going to miss her so badly, that I wanted to go too.
Since that day I blamed myself for running down those stupid stairs and taking my sweet damn time. I hated myself.
The next morning our neighbor came into our house. I must have not heard her come in.
"Ms. Rodriguez. I brought some freshly baked cookies for you and your daughter." She said as she went up the stairs and entered Juliettes room.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh!!!! Someone help, now!!!"
"Mariah my dear what happened. Mariah common answer me."
"Last night I came in and.... She was just laying there..." she said as she cried.
" Oh my dear, god. Let me call the police."
She had called them. When they came, they took me outside, they started asking me questions. I tried to answer but I couldn't, All I said was that I heard gun shots, and that I went in her room and saw her dead. They took me to the police station. They tried to find a relative but couldn't, so they had to take me to an orphanage. When I got there I always asked for more news on my moms death. The first day they told me that they weren't sure. After a month they told me that it could have been a suicide. I didn't want to believe that, so I asked again , they said that the case was put aside until they found more evidence, and until then it would be classified as a suicide. But I didn't want to believe it, she couldn't of had done that.....
Right?
