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Prologue

Gwen

Born in blood. That's how I describe it; what happened to me. I was only three years old when my mother was murdered. Many people thought that I was too young, that is was nearly impossible for me to remember, that I could never have remembered.

They're wrong; I do remember what had happened perfectly well. It's something that will stay imprinted in my memory until the day I die. I could remember my mother, a young woman, beautiful, no more than the age of perhaps twenty-five or twenty-six. She was frantic, in tears, hiding my toddler self in the hall closet. She tried to conceal me with a few jackets, trying to obstruct me from view, telling me to stay quiet while I hid. A loud bang repeated at the door trying to get in. The closet door had been left cracked open, just so that I could see out, but no one could see in.

My mother screamed as the door was broken in and an intruder appeared. I could hear begging for mercy, pleading for her life. I know now that she'd obviously known the mad-man from the tone in her voice. She'd called him by some name, but I couldn't understand exactly whose name she said. I could barely hear anything but slightly muffled voices and shouting. I was paralyzed with fear, shrinking against the closet's back wall.

A knife was drawn from the stranger's jacket pocket. A shrill scream pierced my ears as did a bit of maniacal laughter. Cold, cruel chuckles coming from the man as the knife pierced my mother's form multiple times. I caught a glimpse of a pair of evil, dark eyes, almost black in color; the devil's eyes. Crimson liquid spread across the floor as my mother's screams finally silenced. A sickening thud rang out as she hit the floor. Her eyes were wide open, staring at me through the small crack in the door.

When it appeared his work was done, the intruder took off quickly. When all was silent I crept out quietly and slowly from the closet. My mom was lying lifeless on the floor, in a pool of her own blood, multiple wounds marking her body. Her opened eyes held a glassy, vacant look, as if she were staring off into space. At such a young age I didn't entirely process what happened at first. I'd tried shaking her, trying to get her attention, expecting a reaction of sorts from her. When I realized she was gone it took mere seconds for me to start bawling.

I hugged her body, which was growing colder at an alarming rate, hoping for some sort of comfort from it. The blood was soaking into my little dress, making me even more upset and uncomfortable. I cried to her, calling her, but she never answered, and she never would. A siren sounded up the street, growing louder with each passing second. Apparently someone had called the police, but had been to terrified to come and see what was up. My cries grew louder as a young-looking police officer came through the door. His face turned slightly green at the sight before him. He almost could do nothing but stare for a moment, and then he finally seemed to notice me and ran over to scoop me up in his arms.

I tried resisting for a moment, not wanting to leave my mother's side. But my feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grasp failed leaving me looking back over his shoulder. With my vision half-blurred with tears, I caught a final glance at my poor mother. Wishing it was all just a dream.


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