Death Before Me

Why Me?

Days seemed to pass by without even a thought, Jackston didn't move from his bedroom till late in the night, when he heard screams from his mother. Getting up he runs down to the living room, " mother? Mother are you okay," he was interrupted by the screams of his mother again. He was so confused, and a bit scared, she's dying Jackston she is finally dying. Jackston held his head, looking around, " mother where did you go? Father are you in there?" He kept searching his big home. He turned to the kitchen and he was met by the worst sight he could possible see. " Mother, mother are you, are you okay?" He didn't need to say that, his mother was a mangled mess on the kitchen counter, blood splattered and her eyes so wide and dull. We finally did it Jackston, we finally got rid of her, for you. Jackston finally screamed as loud as his lungs let him, screaming for his dad, for help, for someone, anyone to help. But no one came. Go to bed, go to sleep. He runs up to his father room, I won't do that, it's a bad idea. Jackston swung the door wide open, his father, laid in bed. He flicks the lights on, panicking, running to his dad, shaking him. " Father, someone murdered mother, she's dead father!" He screamed, but his father didn't move. You've made a terrible mistake, you should have done this. You could have lived. Jackston screamed holding his head, say goodbye, say farewell. Jackston could almost feel his heart stopping, he screams for help, begging for help. Before dropping to the ground, going cold.