Alice and the broken mirror

Open Doors and Broken Mirrors

The first day of school is always the most chaotic. The crowded halls, the loud voices. After a while it gets easier. The first month or two of school were still tough, and about three months in something felt different. The sky was dark and the clouds blocked out the sun. The sky looked as grey as an elephant on a white backdrop but there was no rain. Just clouds and thunder. I'm heading home from school listening to some hip-hop violin mix on the radio. It's sounds better than what I expected. I laughed a little when I realized I was bobbing my head to the beat.
I pull in to our driveway.When I turn off the ignition I feel a sudden chill go up my spine, this scared me because that always happened when something bad is about to go down. As a kid I never really noticed it. Then I got kicked in the face at my martial arts class. I got one right before the guy missed the board and round housed me!
I stepped out of the car and realized my front door was kicked off the frame and it was wide open
"Mom!"
I run in jumping over some broken glass frantically looking around
"Mom! Mom are you here!"
I hear a crash in the kitchen. I grab I piece of the door frame that came off and head towards the opening that leads to the kitchen. My hands are shaking. I hear a creak and spin around the corner streaming at the top of my lungs.
*crash*
All I see from the intruder is a red and black shadow leaping out the window I look around to find out where my mom is. I go down the hall towards her room, again a chill down my spine hits me like a snow ball while wearing nothing but a swim suit. I walk in slowly the piece of door still in my hands.
"Oh my gosh MOM!"
She's on the floor covered in blood. There's something in her hand and something else on her chest. I run over to her almost falling, I collapse on my knees picking her head up and placing it onto my lap. I can barely see from tears running down my cheeks. My hair is in my face
"Alice... Baby girl... Stop crying."
The words pierce my ears as I move my hair out of my face. I look down at my mom, she's barley breathing. Again she has that smile on her face, but her eyes aren't completely open as she looks more sleepy then on the verge of death.
"Alice here..."
She hands me the letter that was in her hand I slowly slip it from her fragile grasp.
"Alice... The mirror"
Then I knew she was gone as the color faded from her skin like a painting in the sun,the life from her eyes drained away. My mother had died, but she hadn't just died... she was murdered.