My mothers body skidded to the floor with a weak wail, emotion filled her eyes. Her weak body stuggled to get up and I sat there and watched her. She pulled out the knife she killed Jenny with and was dragging herself across the floor twoard me. I stood up off of the wodden chair and started to back up, but my mother kept staggering twoard me. My eyes were glued to her, her body crawling twoard me the knife held out if front of her.
“Stop momma stop!” I yelled at her wishing she’d stop coming at me. I felt my back hit wall, she had cornered me. She pushed her body up from the knees and was slowly rising up from the ground.
“Momma stop momma please.” I said now in tears grasping the wall.
“What did I tell you hija, huh?” she asked her voice rhaspy and low. My vision was going blurry.
“Momma” I said in a quite crying voice. Looking at her. It was just yesterday I was in her lap playing with her dress.
“Momma.” I repeated looking at her desperatly wishing for a miracle. She grinned.
“Please Momma” I cried