Remember me.

My mother..

I was only 11 when it happened. "Slow down, Emilie." my mother said as I was running down the side. we were waiting for the subway to come so I played around until then. "Heh. ok now Emilie. Come on before the subway gets here." she said to me. "Can I run just a little more, please?" I begged. She gave a worried look and said ok.

I ran a little more before I felt hands snatch me from the ground. "Mommy!" I cried. The guy holding me took me to my mom and told her to give him her purse while aiming a gun at me. She slowly gave it to him before the subway came. He put me down and got on, leaving me and my mom standing until the door opened again. That's when he shot her..

I didn't know what to do but cry of help until somebody else and a police officer ran down to me. Soon later another police officer also my dad came. "Emilie." he said as he picked me up and cried. They took my mom's dead body away while my dad carried me out the subway.

It was all my fault. If I had came when she called me, she would've went through any of this. Ever since then, i've never even thought about going or riding a subway..