Cracked Heart

I used to be normal. I went to school, had friends. Perfect life, right? Wrong, I was so naïve back then. Now everything's changed. It all started with the man i used to call Dad.

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Six years ago, when I was ten, I went to a friend's house for a birthday party. Little did I know I was coming home to a blood bath.

My Mom was the kind of person who stood their ground. She would never back down, no matter what. Dad was the same way, but he loved to start fights.

I remember walking away from my friends mom car,I waved good bye, smiling as they drove away. I turn around to see my beautiful house, the flower Mom and I garden was blooming. Running up to the door, excited to show Mom what I got from the party; i open the large door, Stepping inside only to hear yelling, my smile soon vanishing from what I saw.

Dad was screaming at Mom, and Mom being Mom, yelled back. She accused Dad of sleeping around, and right there, when she said that, he snapped.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the kitchen. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched my Mom scream for help, her cries piercing.

When they were in the kitchen, Dad searchd the drawers. Finally, finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a knife.

When mom saw the knife, her eyes widened with fear. She began to thrash around, covered in sweat, making her thick, black hair stick to her face.

Dad slapped her across the face, yelling at her to shut up. Mom only screamed louder, yelling at him, telling him if he didn't let her go, she'd call the police.

Dad brought the knife to her throat, barely slicing the skin, causing blood to trickle down her neck. He stabbed her, repeating the process until the floor was covered in her blood.

Dad washed the knife and put it away. Then he started washing the thick, crimson liquid from his hands. When he left, I crawled towards my Mom.

Tears were still falling from my eyes. As I crawled to her, blood soaked my jeans and covered my hands, but I didn't care.

Her head turned towards me, her eyes filled with pain and fear. It soon vanished and was replaced as realization. It was like she just found out I was watching.

"Mommy," I cried, fresh tears falling down my face.

"Sweety," my Mom whispered, her voice hoarse. She closed her eyes and coughed, blood spurting out.

"Sweety, I want you to run, forget about me, and-" she coughed again, blood spilling out of her mouth and flowing across her cheek, down her chin.

"Mommy?" I asked, my words coming out as cries. I shook her a couple of times, then she turned her head to face the ceiling.

"Sweety, remember that no matter what, I will always love and look out for you," she finished, her eyes closed.

"I love you, too," I whispered back. She'd opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile, then her eyes went cold, dull, losing the sparks I'd loved so much.

"Mommy!" I cried, shaking her body. She didnt move. Her now lifeless body layed on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

In that moment, I knew I hated that man. What used to be my father, was now a cold monster.

"Chloe? Is that you?" his voice echoed from up the stairs. I heard foot steps, he was coming down. I gave one last painful look at my Mom's now dead body, and ran.

Now the only thing I have of my mom is her pendant and journal.

This will be the last day I see my mom, be a normal kid, and be me...