Home Sweet Home

Blur

I twist the door to Claire's house, it was locked. It was weird because she knew I was coming today. I twist my house key and push the door open. Something was off. Claire wasn't running running down the stair, curly black hair bouncing behind her. The house seemed colder. I go upstairs and check her art studio. It was empty. I go to the end of the hallway and push her bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed is the red liquid flooding the floor, then I see Claire. She was lying on the floor, extremely pale. My eyes fill with tear and the salty water runs down my face. Her mouth was slightly open, like she was trying to say something. The blood was coming from her tummy. There was so much blood. i look up and see the bedroom window open. Looking down, there was tire tracks. The person who did this was long gone. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone to call 911. A woman with a soft, sweet voice answered the phone, "911 What's your emergency?" 

"I just got here and my girlfriend is bleeding. Oh my God! I need an ambulance to 400 Flower Lane."

"Alright. They are on their way. Is she breathing?"

"Umm, let me check," I kneel down and put my ear by her face. "Faintly, but it's there."

"Okay sweetheart, put a steady pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding."

I rip my shirt a little and hold it on the wound. Letting out a chocked sob I say "Please hurry."

She doesn't respond, just tells a different person to contact the ambulance to tell them to hurry. I faintly hear a siren getting closer. It was honestly just a blur. A blur of lights and people. I faintly remember an officer saying something and someone carrying Claire to an ambulance. The rest of that night is gone.