Death
By TipyKisses
The Begining
Blaring sirens, I remember. Gunshots, I remember. Blood, I remember, after that darkness. One moment I'm crouched in a closet the next I'm in a hospital bed with a bunch of strangers asking me questions.
I don't remember.
I don't remember.
"I want my mommy," the room went silent, "where's my mommy?"
A woman in white shook her head at me sadly and asked the others to exit the room.
I was only six but I sort of knew what Death was. It was like when Mr. Goldfish one day was found floating at the top of his fish bowl and Mommy flushed him down the potty.
Was mommy like Mr. Goldfish?
Did she have to be flushed?
"Poor child," the nurse shut the door softly, "no more questions for tonight."
"But…" the officer began.
"But nothing, can't you see that the poor thing has been through enough for tonight," the nurse countered.
"That child is our only witness."
"THAT child saw her mother commit suicide, how would you feel?"
I'm sorry for makeing my first chapter so short I have more on the way...
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