"GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR NOW!" I scream. My anger boils over as I watch over the two men terrified as I hold my gun in their direction. The pure black weapon that can take away life in an instant shaking in my hand as I put my finger on the trigger threatening to take their lives. "I SAID, GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" All the memories flash back, just seeing everything back I nearly black out.
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"Mum! I'm home!" No reply. "Mum!" I try once again, nothing. "Mum?" I close the door quietly, dropping my bag on the floor and taking off my coat, hanging it onto the hook attached to the wall. My body shivers as I strip off my warmth. Why is it so cold? Once I start to search the house for my mother, footprints appear near the kitchen. Suspicion rises, my heart pounding as I soon realise the footprints are too big to be hers. I panic, running around kicking the downstairs doors open, screaming her name. "MUM! WHERE ARE YOU?"
As soon as I say this, a droplet of something falls onto my face, dripping down staining my navy blue jumper. A lump rises in my throat when I look up to see the crystal white ceiling now blood stained red. My heart nearly explodes and my legs carry my body upstairs. Following the red dots that become puddles and footprints that mark the cream carpet I can already feel my breathing change, my eyes not ready to witness what I'm about to behold behind the door.
I creak the door open slowly, stepping inside. I don't dare look up for a few seconds. The floor, once cream and now coated in red. I lift my head, feeling like absolutely nothing. Like my whole life has just been slammed with a hammer and shattered into millions of pieces.
There she lay. Her own blood surrounding her mangled body. Stab wounds so deep that they punctured through to her back. Her arm flopped over the edge of the bed and the another hand holding a picture. I almost throw up at the scene in front of me. My heart shattering even more as I wipe the excess blood off of the picture. It was the last picture taken of my mother and myself, on holiday, both laughing and genuinely happy.
The woman who put her life into raising me. Who I loved with everything I had, the only person I could depend on. She was the only person that I wanted to make happy and to be proud. She was now here, lifeless. Gone. In such a horrifying way. Before I know it I'm on the floor sobbing down the phone calling 999.
"999 what's your emergency?" The woman calmly calls down the phone.
"My mother is dead."
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Sundown
FanfictionAs Samantha, aka Sam, goes undercover to find out who killed her mother, it isn't what she expected to find. After sundown it's a dangerous world, can she cope?
