• She entered the room knowing what was about to happen next. With her cross neckless held firmly in her hands she nodded to the docter. As he lifted the thin white sheet she closed her eyes so she wouldnt cry. When she opened her eyes again the face of her sleeping mother lay in front of her. The peacefull face was distorted with purple lacy bruzing her face, scatches marking in grusome patterns. Her mother was stone cold dead. The girl begain to cry at the sight of her mother. The docter saw it was too much for the girl to handle and covered the sleeping women.

    ~One week later.~

    After the funeral the girl rushed home. She didnt want to see the weeping faces for another minute. She walk in to the now empty home and locked the door behind her. She only got as far as the firts step of the stairs when she started to cry again. "Shhh my child." soothed the voice. The girl knew who it was. "Why? Why mother? Why did you leave me here alone?" sobbed the girl. A soft loveing arm wraped arouned her."I left to get hevans gates ready for when you come home love." said the loveing women. The girl chukeled. Her mother always made the best out of a dull moment. "I love you" said the crying child, but as she turned to hug her mother she was noone was there. Again in her life the girl was alone...