Spirit Speaks

I

slowly open the door and push the kitchen chairs away to crawl out into the

light. The tiny clean kitchen is broken and ransacked. Everything is in chaos.

My eyes strain to see what has happened. My feet are cold on the gold shag

carpet. The living room is dark except for the light filtering through the

drapes. I wander around the room, lost and alone. I find my mommy naked on the

floor. I approach her, no response. Crying, I shake her bloody body.

"Mommy,

Mommy, please wake up."

Mommy

won't wake up. She's dead!

"Mommy,

wake up. Please wake up, Mommy, wake up. I will be a good girl. Just wake up,

and I will take care of you. Mommy, please wake up. Mommy, please wake up, and

I will never leave you. I will always take care of you if you wake up."

The

front door swings open and I freeze. A man grabs me. I scream for Mommy.