"Darling, do you mind going out for some groceries?" mom asks from the living room. She's already started on unpacking and the house already looks so much better than it did before.
"Yeah, sure, I don't mind, what do you want?"
"Just get some frozen pizzas, they'll be quick to make. Ask you father and brother if they want anything else," she says, already dismissing me with a wave. Geez mom, you were the one that wanted me to go.
"Alright, see you later," I call out and walk upstairs, where the bedrooms are located.
"Love you!"
"Love you too mom!" I shout back in response.
"Yo, are you guys ok with pizza for dinner?" I ask from the threshold of my parent's bedroom where dad and Chris are putting the bed together. They both nod, not even looking up at me, too concentrated on their building.
I walk back downstairs, take mom's keys and head out into the chilly night air of Forks in January.
I should've brought a jacket, I think as start the car and drive around until I find a store.
I get out, head inside and walk around until I find the frozen pizza I was looking for. When I find it, I head to the cashier to pay but apparently, in the 5 minutes I've been looking around, 10 people decided they want to pay. Just my luck.
It taked forever for me to get out of there because a lady wanted to make sure that her salad was bio and she needed to call the manager for that, even though it said it was right there, on the label. God...
When I get home, I immediately feel that something is wrong. I don't know how, but I just do.
The open front door is a sign that something is wrong. My parents NEVER leave the front door unlocked, let alone open, same thing with my brother. I get my phone out and call 911, fear already gripping me, even though I don't understand why. I cautiously walk in, trying not to make too much noise. When the dispatcher person from the police answer, I whisper "I think someone is in my house, please send a car over. I live on the intersection of Maple and Camas, the light blue house," I say, not remembering my new address, but remembering the names of the streets from my ride tonight. The lady tells me to stay put and not to close the phone, that a car is on its way and to be calm. I don't think I can be anything but calm right now, that's how freaked out I am.
I walk to the living room, remembering that where I last saw my mom and fall to my knees, all the breath knocked out of my chest.
"Mom?" I whisper, incapable to connect the person laying on the floor right now with my always smiling, incredibly strong mom. It's impossible that's her. It can't be. The woman laying the pool of blood can't be my mom. She just can't.
I crawl closer to her, wanting to see who is the person wearing my mom's clothes and I almost scream.
"Mmmom," I say, disbelief and horror being the only things I can decipher in my voice, amongst all the emotions I'm currently feeling and that I can't explain.
"Mom," I try calling her again, in a firmer tone now, trying to convey to her that this isn't funny.
"Mom, this isn't funny, you're scaring me," my confidence that this is a sick game growing smaller and smaller.
"Mom!" I call her, louder this time and shaking her shoulder softly.
"MOM!" this time I shake her with all the force I have. That's when I realise the blood that is all over her clothes and neck. And that's when the screaming began.