Broken Lies

Crimson seeped out from under the door, slowly, I pushed it open. I took a sudden intake of breath, stumbling backwards. Her slender body lay lifeless in a pool of her own blood. Her clothes were stained scarlet and her dull hazel eyes were wide open. Her hand was stretched out, as if she had been crawling towards the door before she had been stabbed, blood still flowing out from the wound in her back. My heart filled with emptiness, salty tears streaked down my face. She was dead, my mother was dead. The sound of sirens and feet pounding on the pavement filled the air. I buried my face in my hands, embracing the sorrow as the rain mingled with my tears as hands led me away.