"Ugh, why am I so thirsty? I need a glass of water."
I quietly walked out of my bedroom and sleepily walked down the dark hallway to where the kitchen was.
On my way there, I noticed that the door on my right was slightly open.
"Mom never leaves her bedroom door open," I mumbled under my breath.
I walked over to peek inside, rubbing my sleepy eyes. But as soon as I saw the scene inside, all of the drowsiness vanished, and panic set in.
My mother was lying on her bed with a massive pool of blood beneath her. Signs of struggle were evident as splatters of blood could be seen all over the walls.
Inside the room was a hooded man. He looked at my mother's lifeless body with a smile.
"You had some nerve running away from me all of these years. I lost a lot of money because of you, bitch. Remember, my goods never escape me!"
After saying his piece, the masked man laughed and jumped out of the window, escaping into the night.
The moment he left, I ran into the room.
