Prompt: "There was a red construction paper heart taped to her door."
She never came home that night. That didn't bother her so much; her daughter often spent the night at a friend's house and simply forgot to call. All it meant was that the two of them would get into another yelling match the next day.
But she didn't come home that day either. But that wasn't so unusual. After all, it was no secret that mother and daughter didn't get along very well.
When reports of elevating crimes occurring around the city came in and none of her friend's families had seen her daughter or theirs, then she truly began to worry. The police were too busy to provide a search for her missing daughter and her friends. The neighbors were too frightened to come out of their homes.
She didn't sleep that night. She sat on her daughter's bed just waiting for her to come sneaking through the window. She even left the window open, despite the cold winter air, just in case. Her daughter never showed up.
The police told her with the number of deaths in the city, her daughter was probably dead. That was all they said. Her baby girl was probably dead so they wouldn't search for her. That was the third day that she had been missing.
The next day the monsters attacked; those vicious creatures that looked like they belonged in the deepest pits of hell. The ones that the Sailor Senshi fought. But the Sailor Senshi never showed up. Those evil creatures claimed they were dead, killed by their Queen Beryl.
That night she went through the box that her daughter had kept in her closet, full of handmade crafts when she was younger. She was looking for one item in particular; she knew it was in there. And when she found the faded red heart, filled with a child's scribbles, she taped it to her door and cried.
That was the last thing her daughter had ever willingly made for her. She had been seven. After that their relationship went downhill; and now her daughter was 'probably dead' and she would never get the chance to hold her, to apologize to her, to let her know just how much she loved her.
The paper heart stayed on the door for exactly one week. It burned with the rest of the house and the corpses inside as the demons brought darkness and chaos to the world.
She had died clutching a picture of her daughter while crying under that red paper heart. She hadn't put up a fight. In fact she smiled when the demon's claws ripped through her body. Finally, she was going to find her daughter; even if it was in death.