Mr Wrong But Right

Two coffins

The tears were dripping down my face as my Mother's coffin was being lifted into the grave . It was horrific standing there , my intire world was falling infront of my own eyes . The one person i could talk to about the worse things , the person who helped me in the darkest times , the person who loved me for who i was was gone and so was my heart . I felt so empty and blank . Everyone said it was a horrible death she suffered that the person who killed her didn't do it on purpose that it was completely a accident i didn't believe that. Who ever "accidentally "killed her was after her . The cops never found anything at the crime scence not even a spec of gunpowder only my mother. They discovered noting curious or anything suspicious about it , so they declared the crime a accidental homicide. They never found any suspects, but they did question people who live around the area no one heard or did anything. They then went on to another possibility of how my mother could of been on drugs. Then they questioned me asking if my mother was suicidal, and if she was drinking or on drugs . There was no marks on her body so then they believed she over dosed. But i didn't believe it . My mother would never do drugs or drink she loves me to much to do it. I was criticised in school and was told that my family are attention seekers and nobody liked my mother anyway . Others said that they're happy that my mother killed herself because she could've gave the drugs to me and i could sell them to the school and kill lots of people. All of rumours about me selling drugs was getting really upsetting to think about. My best friend Kayla was avoiding me so i pretty much had no one . I lived on my own because i was 18 and i didn't have to go to foster care . My father left when i was two so i don't know were he is or who he is . Me and my mother never talked about him . But i suppose its his loss that he wasn't there for me. My mother was an only child so i had no Aunts or cousin's.
After a intire day of abuse in school i was finally home . My house wasn't to far from school about 10 minutes of a walk . It was a two storey old house. It was a beige colour on the outside with four big windows at the front . There was a stone pat leading up to the door . The pat was surrounded by grass and snowdrops . I unlocked the door and placed my keys on the table in the hall. For some odd reason the house didn't seem the same it wasn't because my mother wasn't here and it wasn't like this the week my mother died. Then out know where there was a huge crash coming from my room . I stud there shaking i couldn't move it was like i was paralysed. I finally started to move and grabbed a knive that was in the tables drawer , it was all ways there incase there was a 'emergency' like now. I tiptoed upstairs and CRASH. This time it came from my room. I was at my door at this stage , i managed to peek my head around the door frame. I could see abousltly noting it was pitch black. "Hello who's there" i stutterd out . No answer. Slowly i made my way into my room , i stud there looking around the room . Nothing. I turned around and bumped into something hard i looked up to see a man wearing all black . Then the next thing i felt was a piece of cloth been stuffed into my mouth . I breathed in the horrible stench from the cloth. Next thing i knew i was dozzening off to sleep .