Chapter 2: Visions

I woke up with a start. Thank God it was just a dream. I thought it was real. Instead of getting my clothes ready, I decide to see if this was really just a dream. I head downstairs for breakfast and it was completely silent. Just like my dream. When I turn and look, my mom holds her throat slowly, while falling on the ground. I was back in my nightmare. I catch her last minute, so she doesn't hit her head and I try not to panic as my eyes fill with tears. I was back in my nightmare with her throat slit open. Blood everywhere. "Mother? Who did this to you?" I ask while holding her gently as she struggles to bleed. I try to hold her hands over her neck in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing.

"You. Will have. A wonderful life my darling. Don't be sad. There are better things to come. But I warn you, he will be after you," she struggles to say.

"Who? Who will be after me?" I ask wanting to know the answer. "Mother! Mother! Wake up mom please. I need to know who did this," I plead over what is now my mother's corpse. As she lay on the kitchen floor, I sob over her dead body. After about five minutes, I decide to call 911.

It all happened so fast. Everyone came in and took lots of pictures and caution tape around the scene. Once they got as much evidence as they could, they put her body in a black bag on a stretcher. They checked to see if I was hurt or if I showed signs of trauma. Once I proved I was okay, they took me into questioning. I was mainly in shock and denial. The one person I had in this world that kind of accepted me is now dead. I have no answers as to how or why she was killed. I didn't even think she had enemies. Nothing was reported missing so it's not a robbery. She didn't do It herself so it's not a suicide. The only reason I can think of is that she knew something she wasn't supposed to know and if that's the case; what did she know? Out of all my dreams, why did this one have to come true?

"Do you know of anyone that could possibly have anything against your mother?" A detective asks while jotting down notes and interrupting my thoughts.

"No. My mother was amazing. Who would want to have hurt her?" I️ say with tears running down my cheeks. It made no sense to me why someone would do this. The uneasy pit in my stomach caused me to run to the nearest trash can and throw everything up. For a while I just hovered over the trash can shaking before the officers decided to be nice and let me be.

I had no other important information, so they let me go. I'm already eighteen so I don't need a legal guardian even thought I would love to have one for company sakes. After making arrangements to cremate her and have a memorial in our house, I went home. When I got home, I decided to take a shower and go to bed early. I was exhausted and partially in shock. She was my only friend. My partner in crime was gone and I have no one left. I've never met my father; I've never known any other family. Just her and now she's been taken from me. I close my eyes while I lay on my bed, everything had finally sunk in. I am completely alone.

I wake slowly and proceed to open the curtains on my window. The sun had already risen and was in full effect on my eyes. I quickly cover them and walk to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror and pay close attention to the redness in and around my eyes. I decide to take a shower and wash away the events from yesterday. I let the scolding hot water pour onto me as I cried into it.

Once I get dressed, I head downstairs slowly into the kitchen. I stare at the spot in which she took her last breath with sadness. There was still a little left-over blood on the floor so, I grab what's left of the bleach and scrub it away. I never envisioned myself cleaning up my dead mom's blood. I always thought she'd be the one cleaning up mine after my episode. She came rushing to school that day to pick me up. The fear in her eyes from what the principal told her, let me know that I'm more dangerous than I even know. I don't even know how I even had the ability to do it. I just let my anger boil over until it exploded. If I can just go back to that day, maybe she would've been able to be closer to me. Our relationship has forever been strained since that fateful day.

I throw the empty container of bleach away and wash my hands and the sponge. Once I see all the blood has left, I head to her room. For a while I lay on her bed. Just to remember how she smelled. She always wore cherry blossom lotion. I used to sneak some when she didn't notice because it smelled so good. I guess now I don't have to sneak it or anything else for that matter.

I decide to look for some evidence as to why she got killed. I look all her dresser drawers first and find nothing but clothes. I head to the closet next and find shoes and random knick-knacks she had. I then look under her bed and find it to be spotless. I check her bathroom and all of its drawers as well just to find nothing. Whatever the reason is, I definitely wasn't going to find it here.