I ran towards the men that were holding my mother. My feet ached
and my throat was burning from the long walk I had just taken.
I approached the leader making myself speak "Please I'll give you
anything, just don't hurt her." The dark haired man laughed, like I had
told the funniest joke in the world.
"Bring out the woman." He said, in a loud gruff voice, to the
tall blond boy that looked to be about my age.
"Yes, sir." He walked inside, a minute later he had my mother.
Her hands in ropes looking very pale.
She looked at me with life less eyes, she said with all the energy
left in her, "Felicity leave now RUN!"
The big man took a small knife out before I could even respond to
my poor mother, and put it to my mom's throat
"NO PLEASE!" but, it was too late he had already killed
her.
I woke still in bed my hands were clammy and I was sweating through my clothes. I had been having the same nightmare every
night for weeks, always the same---my mother was kidnapped, she told me to run,
and then the man killed her in front of me. As much as I tried to convince
myself it was just a dream I still had to go check on my mom, I stepped quietly
down the hall careful not to step on the noisy board in the middle of the
hallway. Finally making it to the master bedroom I peeked inside. She was still
asleep in her big comfy bed.....safe.
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