"Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
and if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull roll over, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
and if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.
and if that horse and cart fall down, you'll still be the sweetest baby in town."
I will never forget that voice, it was such a soothing voice. No one could ever compare to her gentle voice, which made her the best singer in town.
My mom used to sing this song to me "to help my tears go away" I can't help but think she was just sitting aside my bed singing this to me, calming my crying. Calmer, calmer until my tears were just shallow studdered breaths, then it happened.
She was shot four times in the soft midsection of her flawless back. My drug-addicted ex-father was the one that shot my beloved mother, right in front of my very eyes. Suddenly, I could feel the heat of tears building up in my shocked saphire eyes, ready to explode on to the surface of my, now, sickly pale complextion. This can't be real, I thought to myself as the tears were threatening to escape. Did this really just happen? I must be having some sick, messed up nightmare. I hate to admit it but, it feels so real. I looked up after closing my eyes and unsuccessfully trying to "wake up" from the "nightmare". Abruptlet, i noticed something was missing- my ex-father, Jack was gone. Yet my beautiful mother lay on my white, now bloody carpet, motionless. I qiuckly noticed how much time I wasted spacing out and grabbed my cell phone to dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"M-m-my mom was sh-sh-shot four times in the b-b-back." I managed to studder through cold tears.
Ten minutes managed to linger by before the police arrived at my front door. There were two detectives, a few hectic doctors rushing over to my mom's body, a couple of fireman were even here. Gee, the whole crew was here.
The two detectives walked straight toward me. The first one introduced herself as Detective Elaina Jones, and by her side was Detective Sean Ashiya. Detective Jones looked like a beautiful model version of super-woman. She had long black hair, slicked back into a ponytail, her skin was a radiant caramel color, she had hazel eyes and looked as if she had enough muscle power to break down any door she came across.
Detective Ashiya had short brown hair, mysteriously dark eyes, and looked like a japanese model instead of a detective. In other words, he was very handsome.
"Do you remember what happened?" questioned Detectice Ashiya while staring down at my mother's body.
"Yes, my ex-father shot my mom 4 times in the back and left before you got here." I felt my tears building up again.
"I'm sorry, i didn't get your name..." Detective Ashiya explained
"Okay Harmony, what is your mother's name?" Detective Ashiya didn't even pernounce my name right.
"Elizabeth." I replied.
"How do you know that your "ex-father" shot Elizabeth?" Detective Jones got interested in what my response would be so she stepped away from examining the damages to my mother and came over by me to listen.
"Because I saw him! I can show you where he is! Please, just take that monster to jail already!" I screamed.
"Why do you call him your ex-father?" Detective Jones kept striving for the conversation to continue, which didn't make me the slightest bit happy.
"Because he started messing around with drugs and my mom divorced him as soon as she found out. I don't consider him my father anymore so i just call him by his name, Jack." I couldn't help the tension of my own blood relate father killing my gorgous, loving mother and just burst into tears.
"Shhhh. Its okay, we'll find him. Don't worry." Detective Ashiya was comforting me and for the first time in my life, I felt what it's like to have a father. He was trying to calm me down but reality is, I can't be calm. The killer of my mom is out there and, apparently, no-one is trying to find him.
"Do you have any idea where Jack would be now?" At least Detective Jones was getting to the point and asking some progressive questions.