The Death in my Dreams

Blood oozed slowly down the stairs, creating an ugly stain on the elegant carpet. There was no trace of why, just who and how, and it was up to us to find out. There she laid, a mother that gave everything she had, even her life, to protect her little girl. Slowly, the door swung open and the sobs grew louder. Her voice was barely audible, full of fear. "Is it gone? Is it gone?" She asked over and over again rocking back and forth.
That was ten years ago and the once little girl was now a teenager. She was still looking for the one that was responsible for that horrible accident. She still woke up screaming for her mother hoping that it was all a bad dream, but it wouldn't go away.