Everything was too quiet. 

The silence was thick, clotted like a week-old wound. 

The wooden floor creaks under my feet, the open windows sending a chill down every single inch of my skin. 

Where is she?

I call her name. 

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Too many times with too little response. My heart is a jackrabbit inside my chest, attempting to escape the cage that my ribs create, surrounding the beating organ like a trap. 

I can't breath. I can't breath. I can't breath. 

I scream her name this time, louder louder loudest. 

My feet are moving at the speed of light but I can't feel any part of my body. I am a cloud of panic and adrenaline and I think I have lost my bones and my mind and I don't know where they went. 

She wouldn't leave. She wouldn't leave me. Not now. Not like this. 

They wouldn't take her. Yes they would. But I want to believe they didn't. 

And I finally return to the foot of the steps, standing across from an open front door, and I grasp the handle. 

It is cold but I don't know how I'm even able to move my limbs at all. 

Try again. I tell myself. Scream again. But my vocal cords are sliced and my mouth is glued shut. 

She's gone. 

My mother is gone. 

And she's not coming back. 

And I will suffer a consequence worse than death. 

| Hi there! This is my first attempt at a "bad-boy" story, so please bare with me :) 

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