I was holding my mothers dead lifeless hollow body when I felt someone come up behind me.
I turned around to look up at her killer. He had the most prettiest green eyes and think dark hair. he was very handsome.
Why did I just think that I shouldn't be thinking that he killed my mum!
I noticed him reaching out to touch me, I freaked.
"Don't fucken touch me!" I yelled as I jumped back. This seemed to piss him off.
"You are mine and only mine!" He yelled as he walked up two me. Back to the corner of the wall I had no were to run as he came closer.
"I hate you!" I screamed. this stomped him mid-step. So many emotions flashed against his eyes for me to tell what they were.
He stood there still as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked like he wanted to say something, like he regretted his actions.
"I'm sorry" he said in a pained voice as I was nocked unconscious.
Waking up I felt lost, scared even and I was never scared. Not of spiders or heights, just losing my mother and now she's gone, so I'm not scared, I'm brave. At least that's what I tell myself.
Siting alone on the king sized bed, I was draped in big thick dark blacks as the felt heave as there weight trapped me down and I really had to pee.
Looking around the really large room, I saw 3 doors all trimmed in black. One was opened, just a crack but none the less open. Using the little energy I had, I struggled out of bed.
As the blanks finally loosened their twisted curls on my legs, I went to see what lay behind the closed doors.
I went to the silty opened door to see that it was a very large walk in closet, again with the black trimmed edges, witch was quite a pretty look when you thought about it. Closing it behind me I went to the door next to it.
Yes! It was a bathroom. Again it was trimmed with black with a checked Black and white tiled floor. I quickly did my business and stepped out. I went straight for the last door but just as I was about to open it I heard a lock click and the handle turn...