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.

I got into my pajamas with hearts all over them and blue under them they were as soft as a cloud. When I got into bed to rest my head I imagined what fun Lexie and I are going to have. I always text her, but it will be nice to see her face to face. I rested my eyes and closed them shut I then fell asleep and dreamed. Most of my dreams from that night were about Lexie and me as kids, and how we would play at the park all the time.

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”

I walked into the kitchen and took in the scene before me. An unfamiliar woman stood at the back of the kitchen wearing all black except for a burgundy colored jacket. My father lie still on the tile floor, face-down with a knife in his back. The police say I went into shock after seeing what had happened in the kitchen that night and the images I could remember had been twisted by the horror of what I saw at only nine years old, but I can never forget the words she said to

Mom was at the door. She swiftly raise her hand to mouth, a mother’s call for her child. Alice hugs me tightly, and runs into the house. Dad jumps at her. Alice screams and then beautiful laugh.

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

When I heard the door slam, I opened my eyes to see my mother standing in front of me. My heart immediately dropped because I thought that she was going to say something about what Lester and I had done the other night.

I looked through the car window and saw my school. I ran out of the car and into my school. I saw the locker room and went in it. I quickly undressed and put on my swimsuit and went to the pool.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.

I woke up to my mom soft rapping on my door getting up dressed in my baby blue boxers and open the door as I wipe my eyes stretching as I ask her what she needs. She tells

I got out of the shower and my phone was ringing. I didn’t want to answer it because it I had to dry my hair. When I was done I called back whoever was calling me and it turns out it was my mom. ”Hello” I answered

I ran my fingers across the glossy wood as hot tears dribbled down my face, I watched her pale ghost like face hoping she would wake up. She is such a beautiful women, nobody ever suspected her sadness. It makes me feel as if I did something wrong, I was a terrible son. I felt chilled goosebumps cover my body. My own mother overdosed herself on pills, I never knew that when she fell asleep on new year 's night, that she would never awaken from her slumber.

As we climbed the stairs I thought I heard a sound, but I thought it as a rat, (oh boy was I wrong, but we’ll get to that in a second). I asked her why the house was so derelict. She told me that this was her grandfather 's house, and that it had been abandoned for years. “Well then why did you tell me to come here, if you don 't live here?” I asked her. “Well because-,” she started to answer but was cut off, because at that moment we opened the bedroom door, and inside there were men, before I could do anything they had tackled me, then everything went black.

“Mommy! Mommy!” I had yelled to my mother. “Can we go back to dee room?”