The Problems in Life. Book One: Helpless (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Five

My eyes flutter open. My head is pounding and there's still ringing in my ears. The events that took place before I passed out come rushing back to me. I struggle to sit up.

I gasp. My mother is laying on the floor in front of me. The poker is sticking out of her head. Blood is streaming down her face. Her skin has gone pale. A part of me is hoping that she's alive, but I know that she's not.

I killed my mother. I killed my mother. I killed my mother.

I can't stay here. I have to get away. I have to run away, and go somewhere safe. I rush to my room, grab a few things, and shove them into a duffle bag. I climb out the window and take off running. I don't know where I'm going, but I've got to get there soon.

I killed my mother. I killed my mother. I killed my mother.

The words are still hammered into my mind, along with her image. I run faster. I know where to go now. I know somewhere safe. Derik. I'm going to go to Derik's house, as fast as my legs will carry me.