Fatal Lullaby

Fatal Memories

Her eyes were wide, from must of been shock, were now lifeless and dead. She was slumped against the wall, her head lolling to the side. Her white blouse was now red, and sticky. She had bruises on her wrist and face signaling she fought back. Her stomach was torn open, like a pack of wolves decided to tear open her stomach, but left leaving all her organs in plain view.

This time I did throw up.

I hurriedly go grab the telephone, and call the police. My mom is dead. The shock of it is barely getting to me. But who would want to kill her? I crawl to her, hoping this is just some sick joke she's playing.

"Mom?" I croak. She doesn't answer as expected. Tears well in my eyes. Sure we weren't best friends, but she was my mom, and we loved each other unconditionally. I'm about to turn away, when I see a yellow sticky note. Suddenly I get a flash of de ja vu. This is like when Taylor got captured, except at that time I had a chance of saving her. My mother is already dead.

With my hands shaking, I take the sticky note, barely aware of the red sticky blood, staining my clothes.

You've finally acknowledge my presence,

Yet you haven't sought it out,

The reason that I love you.

I know your true colors,

Yet, you yourself do not know.

This is a reminder,

You need to remind yourself,

It's better if you know your true self,

Than staying ignorant, thinking your innocent.

The note is useless, so I crumble it up and throw it behind me. Is this someone's sick way of reminding me of something? Who could want to do this. Tears forgotten, I'm filled with white hot rage. I will take revenge on whoever killed my mother. I will tear there insides apart, just how they did my mother. They will be begging me for mercy.

Finally I hear sirens, and the police finally come. They barge in the room, and immediately come to help me. I hear them ask me questions, but I can't listen to them. I'm filled with rage. Who ever did this will pay. Finally they put me in ambulance, and wrap a blanket around me. A police man, I recognize, Officer Malk, finally snaps me out of my stupor.

"What." I say harshly. He looks at me sympathetically, which makes me even angrier.

"I just need to ask you a few questions," He says, "so, how did you find your mother?"

"Exactly how you found her. I was coming home from my tutoring sessions, when I walked in on her like that. I called you guys, and you guys came. Nothing more." I say dismissively. He writes it down, and nods.

"Do you have anyone we can call, like maybe a relative you can live with." He questions. I nod wanting to get this over with.

"My dad's cellphone number is in the cupboard under the computer. It's in this yellow address book. You can call him from New York." I have to admit, I do keep track of him. He nods, and tells something to another officer. Moments later she comes back with the yellow address book. He walks away calling my father.

I stare at my hands, and they start shaking. The sobs are crawling there way up my throat wanting to get out. I try to supress them, but the tears come out violently. I make a choking sound at the back of my throat, and cover my mouth. But it's useless, the tears flow out, years and years of emotion just pour out, and I can't seem to make them stop.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. Why? Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? My body convulses violently, but then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Alex looking at me with sad eyes. No, I don't want him to look at me like that.