Mother

I look around the dark room and turn on the light to see my mother dead on the floor; bloody and mutated next to the bed. A scream comes from my throat as I look down on the woman who cared for me and fall to the ground, in shock and unable to move.

The quiet silence with only sounds of tears coming from myself ends as I hear a loud noise coming from the closet. Slowly standing back up, I grab the first thing to my right, a school book, and find myself tiptoeing to the closed door.

“Who’s there?” I stutter out as my hand with the item shakes with fear. Realizing that nobody is going to respond, I take a deep breath before opening the door to find my mom’s best friend holding a bloody knife. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I scream out.

Jill stares at me, no emotion in her eyes, “I had to do it. There wasn’t any other choice.”

“You’re crazy!” I exclaim and throw the book I am holding at her and watch as she falls onto the floor in pain, “I’m calling the cops.”

As I gaze around the room, I notice my mother’s cell phone on the ground by her. Knowing there is no other choice, I walk up to the dead body and grab the device laying by it. My fingers dial 911 before I hold the phone to my ear and wait for the ringing to change to a voice.

“911, what’s your emergency?” a voice on the other line speaks out.

“Help! There is a murderer in my house and I just threw a book at her to get her to stop. She killed my mom,” I hurriedly respond to the operator. The operator continues to ask me different questions and I answer them as quick as I can, trying not to get annoyed that nobody has been sent to arrest the psycho that killed my mother. A shriek comes from my mouth when I feel a hand on my leg.

“Madelaine, hang up that phone now,” the crazy woman says with a serious tone. “We need to talk.”

“Talk about what? How you killed my mother?” I seethe with anger.

“Oh, for God’s Sake, Janet was not your mom! I am your mother.” As the words pour out of Jill’s mouth, I gasp and look at her with my eyebrows furrowed.

“Miss, officers are on their way now.” A voice suddenly comes out of the phone and I jump, forgetting all about them. I quickly thank the operator before focusing back on the creep in front of me.

“You are not my mother. Whether you gave birth to me or not, you are a nobody to me,” I state with disgust laced in my words. “You didn’t buy me things or celebrate my birthday. You didn’t read me bedtime stories, let alone feed me. You’re just somebody who killed my mom.” As I finish speaking, officers barge into the room, bringing Jill to the wall as they put handcuffs on her wrists.

“Goodbye, Jill,” I say without glancing at the woman.