I didn't do it

2:30 a.m

My earliest memories...

I remember...a broken window, a blood trail and a blurry face

"How did I end here?" I asked myself

"Is this it? Is police coming? What day is it? Am I far from home...? What is 'home'?"

I sitted on the ground, the room was dark and my only light was the moon. The rug was wet, the walls were splattered, the smell was unnaturally penetrating.

I tried to cover my nose with my hand...it was wet, sticky and it stained my face. While I tried to get up my body ached as I felt something slipped off my hand.

I couldn't see

Lifting my self up and squinting, I tried to see an old-fashioned wall clock. It marked 2:30 a.m

In the other side I saw an illuminated room. I ran to it but I tripped down to the ground hitting my stomach.

A corpse made me fall

Was the thing that slipped off my hand the murder weapon...?

I just ran to the room

Is this a kitchen? Or "the kitchen"?
This place is familiar to me.

That's it; I'm home, I'm actually at home, but how?

I turned to my right and there she was...

"Oh, good morning Connie, time for breakfast!"

Mother. I didn't liked her at all

At least is what 𝚜𝚑𝚎 thinks

"Come here honey! Oh my! Look at your face! Did you had a bad sleep yesterday, dear?"

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎

But...how didn't she noticed?

"Mother I..."

I looked to my mother right to her face. I felt like crying. I still don't get why.

"Tell me honey!"

Her sweet voice and maternal manners were too much

"...I didn't do it"

I looked down, my clothes and skin were all clean

"What do you mean? Is something wrong?"

I walked and open a drawer taking out a straight butcher knife

"Im alright..."

I said

"...𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

𝚜𝚑𝚎 said

Then 𝚜𝚑𝚎 stabbed her

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭

-𝘾.𝘾