Memories

I sat at a bean bag all by myself as the memories of my mom flooded my mind. Tears stung my eyes whenever I remembered her, it was something I never want to remember.

Flashback:

I held Julie's hand as we walked into our apartment, my eyes met dad kneeling beside my mom, my eyes squint when they met the bloodstain on her dress, dad was crying, and he occasionally removes his hand from the spot where she had been shot, and whenever he does that, more blood gushes out.

My hand left Julie's and I ran. I scrambled to her side, my eyes wide with fear.

"Dad, what happened?. Why's mom shot?. What's going on?." I rained questions at my dad.

Mom grabbed my shirt and said, "Vanora, you..you must take care of yourself. You must be alive, promise me that."

"M..om. Don't say anymore, there's no time to waste, dad we must move her to the hospital now." I screamed and tried to get up from the tiled floor. My mom drew me down to herself, she wants to speak but blood gushes out of her mouth. She in