AN: Right, this is my first ever fanfiction so be nice please, hope you enjoy :)
The crimson red blood oozed from her stomach and through her cream blouse as her mouth opened to scream but nothing escaped except a helpless whimper. This was my fault.
I watched in horror as her body collapsed to the ground, while pressing down on her wound, but it was no use, her hands simply became stained with scarlet. A lump began to develop in my throat for I now realised, my mother wouldn't survive this time. Rushing to her side and dropping to my knees on the kitchen tiles, I grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight. Her eyes fixated on mine as a tear fell down my cheek. Though it pained me to do so, I forced a smile upon my face, and she did the same and took what was her final breath as I saw the life leave her eyes.
There was nothing I could do but desperately scream out for her to come back in between the loud, dreadful sobs leaving my mouth. A hand then grabbed at the back of my shirt and pulled fiercely at it.
Turning my head gingerly, I saw it was him, Rick, my mother's boyfriend, holding the knife soaked and dripping with her blood. He pulled me up by my shirt and spat at me, smirking wickedly after doing so. He spun his head to see the lifeless body lying on the floor and then stared at me again. "If it weren't for you, Hannah, I wouldn't have done this you know." He stood over me, intimidating in every way possible, "I hope you realise that you drove me to this. This…" he pointed to my mother's body with his blood soaked knife, "…This is your fault." Pushing me back on to the floor, he focused on the body and stepped towards it, examining it while the puddle of crimson spread across the tiles at his feet.
I wanted to say something, I truly did. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt us, I wanted to show him the pain he put us through, I wanted him dead, but I couldn't. All I could do was run. Run. Run away from him and this life. Forget all about Rick and what he did, forget all about the pain my mother and I had to go through, forget that anyone I ever knew existed.
I stumbled back up to my feet and rushed towards the door, grasping for the handle and turning it frantically. As I pushed it open, I turned my head to see my mother's dead body for the last time. Swallowing all of my emotions, I bolted through the doorway and out into the pouring rain, slamming the door behind me.
My bare feet felt the drenched concrete beneath them and my toes curled under as I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head. Sprinting towards the gate and unlocking it, tears streamed down my face, but it wasn't noticeable with the rain hammering down and mixed with it. Hurrying through the street, I thought to myself, "Where can I go? I have nobody anymore!" Then I remembered, Bobby.
He was a neighbor who knew about what was happening at home and was the only person I could ever be completely honest to. He owned a car scrap yard or something, I wasn't sure, but I knew he would be the only one to understand me and comfort me.
I raced down the path and across the road, tripping and falling while crossing some grass but not even caring, just carrying on until I reached his front porch. Breathing heavily and my head beginning to spin, I collided into the door. I wasn't able to see straight but managed to knock a few times before an extremely tall man answered, shouting at me if I was okay.
My eyelids began to grow heavy and my knees gave up, bringing me tumbling to the ground where my head hit something. Then everything went black.
AN: Sorry it's quite short, the next chapters will be longer. Please tell me what you think, thanks.