In an attempt to push myself out of harm's way, I grab onto the bookshelf next to me to prevent myself from slipping on blood, my veins pulsing with adrenaline and fear. I recoil in horror as the person I once knew stumbled towards me, now a stranger with a kn1fe in their hands and a smile so spine-chilling. He bends down over my body, takes the weapon and is just about to slit my throat when- "Annabelle! Have you been listening or have you lost yourself in another world?" "Sorry, mother." "It's alright, honey. I was just asking you about getting some ice cream at Sweet Shoppe later, but that can wait if there's something troubling you." My mother had been trying so hard ever since the divorce. Too hard in my opinion, but that was her method of coping instead of crying in her room or cutting herself off from me and my life. She said she'd never leave me. At least not the way that dad had left us, although she's never said that last part out loud. She didn't need to. It was an unspoken understanding between the two of us.
TW: Violence + Bl00d This is some of my best work yet <3
