Is Everything Fine???

Chapter:1

I clearly remember that day just like it was yesterday. I was 7, sitting on a sofa merrily watching Tom and Jerry with my little fingers in my equally tiny mouth. I remember all the petty details, like how the fan was turned on and how it was moving really slowly, but me being absorbed by my favourite cartoon didn't seem to notice, or even care for that matter. It was a really enjoyable moment, but just one noise changed everything. Just one noise, one loud noise raised havoc in my household. I would've still continued watching my show in pure bliss if it wouldn't have been for my dad's panic stricken face and his eagerness to get out of the house, as if reaching out for something or someone very dear to him. His face, his posture, and everything about him showed that something was wrong, and me even as a 7 year old could decipher that much...
Mustering some courage, I slowly moved towards the door as I heard a sound which scared me to no extent and I immediately called out of my mother. The word "ma", oh how powerful it is, because on saying that word itself my worry started to fade a little. However, when she didn't respond panic started to set in again and I slowly opened the door. I will never forget the sight that greeted me. Blood. My mother's blood, all over the floor. Never in my life had I been this frightened of anything as I was when I saw my mother lying there bleeding all around. I broke down crying and grabbed her, wanting to make it alright but not knowing how to. The feeling of helplessness set it in all of its ugly form. Despite being in all this pain, she kissed me on my head unconsciously and cried while she pushed me out of the room unwillingly and closed the door. I cried and I could hear her crying on the other side of the door I sat there hoping and praying that's she will be fine. I wanted in but somehow understood that she wasn't pushing me out willingly, and she wanted the best for me. However, every single second was a pain as I couldn't do anything for her. It was 5 in the morning when she opened the door. I was still sitting outside her door, not being able to get a minute of sleep with her in that condition. The little anger I had felt at her for forcing me to go outside evaporated as soon as I saw her healthy again. She was fine, and with that thought I burst into tears for the second time, only this time around the tears were caused by sheer happiness and relief. As soon as she made her way out of the room, I held her and asked, "Mom, are u fine?"