• I get home to my parents screaming and fighting.
    I go to bed to the sound of my parents yelling and screaming.
    My Dad doesn't listen. My Mom doesn't care.
    I sit in my room waiting for it to stop.
    But today felt different. When I came home, there wasn't a sound.
    It felt as though I was the only living being in the house.
    I checked the kitchen, no one was there. I checked the living room, and no one as well.
    I went upstairs and there was shards of glass on the floor.
    There was a puddle of blood where there was a lot of broken glass.
    There was a trail of blood going into my parent's room. I followed the trail.
    I looked in my parent's bathroom, and there was my mom... Blood surrounding my Mother's corpse.
    Her face was pale, there was no pulse, and no sign of my Father.