A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“But that still doesn’t answer my question as to how you knew that wasn’t my mother?” said Jack. “She was there, at my door, in plain sight!”

“Marlene Barnes, when I looked at this case, I thought it possible based on circumstantial evidence. However, as I’ve listened to the evidence presented, I've changed my mind and now believe you’re a cold hard killer with no conscious. According to the evidence, you committed a most heinous senseless murder by smashing your mother's head and dumping her body in the trash. The court sentences you to die in the death chamber at the State Prison. Get her out of here,” the judge said as the

This a small part of the conversation with the police, you can hear the whole thing on http://www.cbsnews.com/news/48-hours-mystery-my-mothers-murder-08-06-2011/2/

"Best not to finish that thought," she agreed. Mostly in the interest of getting him to leave her alone, she decided now was a good time to give in and go to that stupid group session. On her way past him, she said, "By the way, just so you know, my husband isn't going to be able to make it this weekend."

“Why weren’t you watching her!” demanded Mr. Donovan. His face was red with fury, but suddenly got emotional. his daughter had died and know one knew who did it. He started bawling on the floor.

“You don’t see the problem?” she screamed outraged. “You are so drunk you probably don’t even know your own name. I can’t deal with this anymore, Jack. I don’t want to have to worry about our daughter while I’m gone because I can’t trust you to watch her. I’m sorry but I’m done.” The wife was shocked with herself but knew that it was the right thing to do. This needed to be done because Jack would never change.

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

My mother was out of town, so I knew it was not her. I grew afraid of the strange woman in my house, the maroon-colored walls in my bedroom was giving me an ominous feeling, making my room look stained with blood. I went quietly out of my door and down the hallway, knowing that they were arguing in the kitchen by the volume of their voices. I paused in the middle of the hall, unsure whether to continue or to go back to my bedroom. I only decided on the former after I heard a muffled shout and the woman’s voice laughing. This decision was the biggest mistake of my life.

Suddenly, the rusty door starts to open. When Sally saw Aunt Sarah’s hideous face,she started to scream. “AHHH,”

“Hello, my name is Jessie Hamasaki. I guess you can call me back anytime at this number. Thank you I hope to be hearing from you soon.” She hung up the phone, with a strange look on her face. With that she put her phone down on the nightstand and laid down for a little while longer.

Hugging his parents, Jerry sobbed, unable to speak for several minutes. Finally, he said, “This morning, the detectives asked Marlene to come to the station to help explain some things and arrested her for murdering Katherine.”

“Help yer maw back ta bed,” he told Mary. “I’m gonna make her some coffee.” Without any questions, Mary led her mother back to her bed. Charity pulled the covers around her shoulders and just laid there and cried. Jeremiah knew what she was feeling; it was the same feeling that had driven him into a whiskey bottle for thirty years of his life.

My mom rushed towards me while Veronica phoned 911. About after 15 minutes of waiting, my mom grabbed me and set me down in the backseat of the car. She and Veronica quickly jumped in the car and began to drive to the hospital. Mom was driving while Veronica was ripping up her shirt and covering up my wound. When we finally reached the hospital, my mom and Veronica carried me through the doors and got me to a nurse named Mrs. Zowcowitz.`` I need help, it’s my son, he’s been shot.’’ My mom said panicking.`` I’ll go get help.’’ Nurse Zowcowitz said running through the hall. ``Doctor! Doctor! There’s a boy he’s been shot! He’s losing a lot of blood.’’ She said flailing her arms.`` I’m going right now.’’ Dr. Wade said running towards me. ``Oh there is a lot of blood, quick, we have to get him upstairs.’’ Dr. Wade said calm and collective like. I was then put on a stretcher and was rushed into an elevator. I can remember looking up at my mother with tears in my eyes. I was going to die, I knew it. When they finally got me to a room, I was laid on a bed on was being hooked up with an I.V. ``Everything is gonna be ok.’’ Mom said. Even though the doctors tried their best to save me, I closed my eyes and died shortly

"I have no clue what you're talking about," (F/N) stuttered with the trepidation of her mother's anger because the truth is she knew what her mother was talking about. Last night (F/N) hid all the alcohol because she had tired of coming home to an intoxicated parent.