Romeo and Juilet

...My mom, bleeding; blood all over a white with black polka doted linoleum floor, on the orange painted walls, and on the doorknob. The closest person in the world to me, I run up to her, fully sympathetic for her. She is whispering something, I get closer to hear, but the closer I get the more anxious she gets. Finally I get close enough to actually hear what she is saying.
“I loved you, but now I realize you’re a worthless piece of crap.” I look at my hands to see what she was talking about; blood stained my fingers…her blood.