Her body was a pale blue color, and her face, once filled with emotion, stayed still and lifeless, with tearstains tracing down her face. I could hardly stay awake now, black spots were appearing in my vision as I sat there, next to the now dead woman. For the first time, I noticed the pool of blood surrounding her head, and the broken glass scattered on the floor. I looked up to see my father standing speechless, the neck of a broken bottle tightly secured in his grip. His terrified gaze shifter from the lifeless body on the floor to me. I realized I was sobbing loudly, but I didn't have the energy to stop, my attention was focused on staying awake. I extended my arm towards him shakily, but it dropped to the ground. "h....h-.......he..l...p...." was all I could muster from my mouth. For a moment there was only the sound of sweet silence. "No....I can't....Im not.....I won't...no" I was struggling to keep consciousness now. I knew I couldn't stay awake for much longer. The last thing I could see before passing out on the floor was the feet of a murderer walking out the backdoor