Shackles

It was after school, but on the way home from school though, things were off.
My mother had been telling me not to go on the bus for years, because of past experiences. So she made an agreement with me. She had told me that she would call me everyday to confirm I was going to be picked up from school, if she didn't call, then I was to walk home. It wasn't a big deal to me though. Our neighborhood is safe, and I didn't live too far from my high school.
Today mom didn't call. Which is off, because I've never had to walk home because there had never been a day when she didn't call. I didn't think much of it.
I grabbed my bag and started towards the sidewalk. It took me about ten minutes to get back to the house, but when I arrived the door was already open. I immediately knew there was something wrong. I slowly entered and placed my bags on the floor. Maybe someone accidentally left the door open on the way in? Deep down I knew that wasn't it. I made my way to the kitchen, cautiously. I stopped in my tracks. It was like my whole world froze. My mother was, on the ground, her head face down, lying in a pool of her own blood. "Mommy.." I let out, tears streaming from my eyes. I dropped to the floor and rolled her body over.
"Y-you have to g-g-go honey." She could barely speak.
I cradled her head in my arms and kissed her forehead. "Mommy, please stay with me, I'm gonna c-call 9-1-1."
I sat up and ran to my back and pulled my phone out to dial the police.
"9-1-1, What's your emergency?" The woman spoke.
"My mom was stabbed and t-there's b-blood everywhere."
I told her my address and ran back to the kitchen, and held my mom in my arms.
It was too late. I kept screaming "No", and " MOMMY!". But there was no bringing her back. I stroked her head as I held her lifeless body in my arms.
Suddenly I felt someone grip me from behind and pull me to my feet. "NO!! HELP, ME!"
The person held a cloth to my mouth, and watched as I lost consciousness. "N-no.."