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After I spent one whole week in the hospital, they finally let me go home. Eli brought basically everything he owns over to my house. My mother agreed he could stay with us, because of everything that has happened lately. Wherever I go, Eli isn't far behind. If you ask me, he may be a teensy bit paranoid, but I guess it's normal under our circumstances. Honestly, I'm paranoid too, looking over my shoulder every time I leave the house.
Sometimes, I just sit and think; wondering what could have possibly driven Ethne to try to kill me. I remembered back to what she had said: "Clare, this was never about Elijah."
I picked these words apart, day after day, trying to understand, but it's nearly impossible to get into a psychotic person's mind.
I searched her real name, Edith Johnston, thinking that if she had previous charges under that name, surely they'd come up.
Nothing. There was no proof that an Edith Johnston even existed. As far as the world was concerned, one didn't. Months of searching turned up nothing. So, finally, I gave up.
"Clare.." Eli murmured, pulling me away from the computer screen. "Let's go out."
I closed my laptop, and hopped off the side of the bed.
"Okay." I agreed.
We walked downstairs, where my mother was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. She glanced at us, as we walked by.
"We're going out for a little while." I muttered.
She nodded, and Eli and I left.
Even though my last few months had been nothing but peaceful, what with Ethne missing and all, I still couldn't help but feel watched. I still constantly looked around, searching for any eyes fixed on me.
Eli and I went to see a matinee. After that, we went to grab a bite to eat. Finally, at about 7:30, we decided to go back home. As we pulled up, I gasped in shock. Surrounding my house, was five or six police cars. Eli parked the hearse on the curb, and I jumped out, running to the front door as fast as I could. An officer stopped me.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there."
"It's my house!" I screamed.
The officer stood his ground, not letting me pass.
"What exactly happened here?" I wondered.
The cop shook his head, as if in denial, and removed his hat.
"Someone inside was badly injured, Miss. That's all the information I know."
That took a second to register.
"The only one in there is my mother!" I yelled, shoving my way past him.
Two more police officers stood in front of me, blocking the doorway. I stood there screaming, tears flowing down my cheeks, just trying to get some information on my mother. Everybody seemed unwilling to share. The officer finally got fed up with my hollering, he put my arms behind my back, about to arrest me. Eli ran to my side.
"Wait!" He yelled. "She doesn't know what she's doing. She's had a hard past couple of weeks, and c'mon, that's her mother in there. Take it easy on her." He begged, for my sake. I was still thrashing in the policeman's grasp.
The officer let me go, and I clung to Eli.
"Shh.. Calm down, Clare." He murmured, as I appeared to be having a nervous breakdown.
"Calm down? I don't know the status of my own mother, and you are telling me to calm down?" I yelled at him.
"Shh..." He said again. "I know. Just give it a minute. I promise we will find everything out."
People began crowding in the streets, curious and nosy. I sat in my front yard, and waited for any information that I could possibly get, but none ever came.
Minutes passed.
I watched, as a few EMT's brought out a stretcher with someone on it, and put it in the back of the ambulance.
I realized a second too late who that person was. Under all of the blood, that was my mother. Crying hysterically, I got back into Eli's car, and had him follow the ambulance to the hospital.
When we got there, I ran, following the Emergency Response workers, and the stretcher that my mother was tied down to. They wheeled her into a room, where I wasn't allowed to be. Instead, I had to stand behind the glass, and hope and pray that everything was alright.
I waited, with Eli, for what felt like hours on end.
A little while later, a doctor came out to the waiting room, and stood in front of us.
"You're family?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm her daughter." I replied.
He just shook his head at me. I knew what that meant, but deep down, I did not want to believe it.
"I'm sorry." He muttered. "We did everything we could."
I buried my face into Eli's chest to hide the tears, but that didn't mask the horrible sobbing sounds that were coming from deep inside.
The doctor waited.
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.
"What was the cause?" I wondered.
"The cause was massive amounts of blood loss. The initial cause was stab wounds." He looked to the floor, never meeting my gaze, and I could tell this was the part of his job that he disliked the most. "I'm sorry." He murmured again, and walked away, leaving me there, clutching Eli for support.
I gripped him as tight as I could, for fear that if I let go, I might fall over.
The sobbing didn't stop. Tears continued to flow all night.
Eli drove us to his house. We couldn't stay at mine; it had been marked up with crime scene tape, as there was now an ongoing investigation.
I already knew the person responsible, and I also knew they'd never catch her. I had lost all hope.
But, my mother's death would not be in vain, and I told myself that she would be brought to justice someway or another, even if it meant killing myself in the long run.
I would find her.
She would pay...
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