A Tween's Life in the Clink

"Charlotte! Where are you?" my Aunt Jess called from the living room. I could hardly hear her because my head was ringing so bad. I heard her foot steps as she carefully avoided the stacked up news papers covering the front of the kitchen. Then I heard it, the scream that turned my blood ice cold. It was the scream I had dreaded, but knew was inevitable. "CHARLOTTE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" she said kneeling down to my mothers lifeless body. I crouched in a pool of her blood, holding a knife in my taut knuckles. This is what I had done, and I didn't regret it for a second.