Artemis was already having a bad day. She woke up late for school, forgot all of her things at home, and dropped her cell phone in a pond coming home from school. But, nothing was even close to how bad this was.
Her mom had sent her out to get a couple of groceries. She had told her. "Artemis go and get the groceries."
"Sure mom."
"Thank you love."
Too bad those were the last words Artemis would ever hear her say.
It had already started to rain when Artemis entered the apartment building with the groceries in her hands. She was fumbling around with the key. Artemis finally got it open.
She went into the living room, it was empty. Kitchen, empty. Dining room, not so empty.
"Mom!" she screamed and dropped the groceries. Looking at her mom on the floor still sitting in her wheel chair with a knife in her stomach.
She checked her mother's pulse. There was none, she was completely dead.
She grabbed the kitchen phone. There was a crash of lightning, and then there was a shadow.