I awoke on my floor, my precious things still broken and shattered. I look down to where my head was and find a small puddle of blood. I ran my hand up to the side of my head and wince as I touch a wet spot. I stand up slowly and look in my broken mirror. My lip is swollen and my eye is black and swelling. I feel the tears start to well up in my broken face. I turn around and proceed out into the rest of the house slowly. On the couch I see an outline of a person. It is mother. I see something glistening and I fear the worst. I walk around the couch and stand in front of her. I see her head down facing the floor. I open my mouth and whisper, "Mommy?" Nothing. I whisper again and reach a hand out to her shoulder and her head rolls back to show her sliced and bloody throat. I hold back a scream, not wanting my step dad to hear me. I step backward and turn to go find my brothers and sister, knowing that their fate was that of my Mom's. I push open their door to find them lying peacefully in bed, they looked almost asleep.