28 April 2012
It was one in the morning, I unlock the door trying to rush in without making any noise, without waking her up and having her notice that I had been drinking all night. I run to my room where i find my sister sobbing silently hiding in the closet with my two younger brothers. She looks me in the eyes, I can feel something's wrong by the way she gave me this look. Without thinking twice I run into my mothers room being stopped by something wet I ran into, seconds later realizing it was her flesh spreading all over the floor. I see her. There she lays motionless. It was as If was paralyzed not being able to move even a finger. I sense someone behind me, I quickly grab my phone and call 911. Just when they picked up the phone a hand covered my mouth. I throw the phone. A miracle had happened, my youngest brother was able to crawl to the phone without being noticed, he gives it to my sister who was only 7. Luckily she knew our address. The murderer had tied me up. The police showed up. Unfortunately a bit late, he had shot me twice. Once in my head and once in my heart. Immediately I feel into a deep sleep. When i woke up all I saw was white. I had a long, plain, white dress. I noticed a man coming towards me. His thin face, beard, eyes and hair were very familiar. Then he broke the news to me... I was dead.
One In The Morning • Opuss № I