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 "Wendy, come here." A man's cold voice said as he walked trough the kitchen. I shuddered as he took out a pointed knife. "I wont hurt you. Im here to help you." He touched the tip of his finger to the knife and smiled. I looked to the body that was my mother hiding under the bed with mascara stained cheeks and fearful eyes. Wendy was my mother and the man was her syco ex.  I was 15 and i was hiding behind the intertainment center.

 As he came closer to the tv my heart raced faster. My mothers eye grew bigger as he crept closer and closer to where i was. His short blonde hair was spiked up and his blue eyes shined like he enjoied this. He looked away when he heard my mother hiccup from crying to hard. My eyes shut as he pulled her from the bed and kissed her. I opened them in time to see him push the knife into her heart. He didnt know about me and i was glad. He dropped her and sighed. When he left i sat there for what seemed to be 100 days but was really 2 hours.

 I carefully moved so i wouldnt make any noise, just in case he was still out there. I ran quickly to the door and locked it. I pressed my ear to it and heard nothing. As i walked over to my lifeless mother a tear escaped my eyes. I wasnt the type to cry, even when my dad died i didnt cry. I was a cold person, everyone agreed. As i made my way to the phone i wiped my nose on to my sleeve. I called the police and they said they were on their way. Im guessing this means im an orphan...

 Srry so short and theres not much detail! Plz rate and comment if u like it!!!