Her long wavey brown hair danced with the wind.Her hair went to the middle of her back ,she had been growing it out her whole life.
She wore a black suite dress pants and a flora pattern tie.
The suite once neat is now a mess.
Her face bloodied because of the fight.
Fear ran through her body.
Her blue eyes showed regret and concern.
Her fair skin beautiful in the moonlight.
After what felt like hours she opened the door.
She went inside and closed the door.
Her mother sat with bottles around her she was obviously drunk.
She was holding something. But what?
Her mother stared and she stared back.
Suddenly she stood up.
Petra could finally see what she was holding.
A knife.
Her mother lunged at her.
Petra ran to her room in fear.
She locked her door and hid in the closet scared.
The door broke down.
All she saw was blood.
But it was not hers.
She ran as fast as she could.
The forest a safe space for her was now judgmental.
She didn't notice the storm until the thunder hit.
To be continued.
