Broken

*Katie three years old*

I walked into the kitchen. "Mommy, look what I made!" I said to emptiness. Realizing she wasn't there I ran to the basement. "Mommy!" I screamed. No Answer. I ran all over the house yelling for her. Then I remembered her bedroom. Racing up the stairs I went to my mother's room. I looked up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with my eyes. "Mommy! Are you in there?" I yelled. I heard the sound of someone moving around inside the room. "Can I come in??!!" I shouted. I didn't hear a reply so I walked in anyways. Everything was dark. All the lights were off and the curtains drawn closed. "Mommy?" I whispered. "Are you taking a nap?" I still didn't hear anything. I walked over to the light switch. "Mommy, time to get up!" I half yelled, half giggled. Standing on my tip-toes I flicked the switch on. Then turned around, to see my mother laying in a big puddle of blood. Her Blood. I screamed as loud as I could. Something moved at the corner of my eye. Turning as fast as I could I saw a blur, then....nothing.