"Help! Why don't you help me!" I hear a scream coming from my room as I pass it going to the kitchen. I wonder why I didn't check who was in, but my brain was going crazy with thoughts I never thought before. I went to the kitchen, where I found my mother doing the dishes with loud blaring music. I thought it was odd be cause my mom doesn't listen to music this loud, but it didn't compete with the scream. The scream sounded like a man getting a surgery without being taken to sleep first, but all I was wondering how did my mom not hear it?
I looked at my mom as her back was turned washing the dishes like it was a normal night cleanings he does. I looked at the clock that was above the stove. 8:26 p.m. It was a little bit early for her doing the dishes. I slowly walked up from behind her and turned her around and that's when I knew that she wasn't my mother. She looked like she was a statue or a stone. Her eyes didn't even do a single movement and she didn't look like she was breathing. Her brown hair was thinner than ever and her blue eyes looked as cold as icy popsicle.
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Our Bed
FanfictionI held on tight to Harry, while I yell out Liam's name and Zayn's. My mother is probably gone like the dream I had this morning and all I thought was a thank you to Eleanor for warning me, because without her I would of been dead. This is the time t...
