Everything was too quiet.
The silence was thick, clotted like a week-old wound.
The wooden floor creaks under my feet, the open windows sending a chill down every single inch of my skin.
Where is she?
I call her name.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Too many times with too little response. My heart is a jackrabbit inside my chest, attempting to escape the cage that my ribs create, surrounding the beating organ like a trap.
I can't breath. I can't breath. I can't breath.
I scream her name this time, louder louder loudest.
My feet are moving at the speed of light but I can't feel any part of my body. I am a cloud of panic and adrenaline and I think I have lost my bones and my mind and I don't know where they went.
She wouldn't leave. She wouldn't leave me. Not now. Not like this.
They wouldn't take her. Yes they would. But I want to believe they didn't.
And I finally return to the foot of the steps, standing across from an open front door, and I grasp the handle.
It is cold but I don't know how I'm even able to move my limbs at all.
Try again. I tell myself. Scream again. But my vocal cords are sliced and my mouth is glued shut.
She's gone.
My mother is gone.
And she's not coming back.
And I will suffer a consequence worse than death.
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