Falling from the inside out

Chapter one

At the age of 10 my whole world changed in less than a minute. Me and my mother were at the park down the street. Alone. Then we weren't. A man in dark clothes ran up behind my mother. A knife in one hand, and the life of a woman only 35 years of age in the other. Before I could warn her the knife went through her back. I counted ever single time he stabbed. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I didn't understand why he had to stab so many times. I swear a tear left my eye every time the blade marked her skin. I wanted to scream and yell and run but I was paralyzed. The only things moving were my tears, the knife,and my mothers life. Out of my hands it went. But he wasn't done yet. He saw me. He didn't think twice he just did. He threw the knife and it went straight to me. I was lucky he had bad aim. It grazed my arm. Now I have a scar. It's the biggest one. It's the oldest one. It's a reminder of every day I spend without her. I didn't care though. I ran to my mother, and I cried. I tried stopping the blood, but that was out of my power. I cried until the phone rang. Dad. How would I tell dad that I couldn't save her? I failed everyone. Even Eve.

Eve was 14 when she said goodbye. She'd just started her first year in high school, and it was all too much for her to handle. It came crashing down on her like rain. Instead of waiting for the storm to clear away she left it behind. Then my dad so devastated by all his loss buried himself in his music. Then when he couldn't find anything to keep him going he said goodbye too.

Now I'm a foster child. The only thing keeping me going. Karter.