I stepped in my house to find my mother laying on the ground. I checked her pulse but I couldn't find one. Tears filled my eyes as sobs escaped my mouth. How could anybody do that? What has my mother done to deserve this? She wanted to die peacefully not to be killed. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was pulled into a tight hug. "Ray what am I going to do"? Lest start off by calling the police.
As ray was on the phone with the police I was searching for any clues to what happened. I walked into the kitchen and found knifes and forks in the floor. She must have been trying to defend herself. I can picture my mother running from her killer screaming for her life. I walked into her room to see a bloody hand print on the wall. It looked really fresh as if somebody just put there hand on the wall. I heard a man moaning in pain. I grew scared and yelled for ray. No answer. It has been pretty quite for the past ten minutes. I called for him again but still no answer. I walked around my mothers bed to see a man holding his side in pain. He looked at me and I screamed in fear. I ran down the hall to we're ray was but he wasn't there. I looked outside to see his car gone. When I turned around I was hit on my head by something hard. I felt my eyes getting heavy and soon the closed.
I'm sorry guys I've been busy with work and stuff imma Finnish up this chap ASAP
