My mother's death

I came home at my usual time, the house was bright, with all the lights on. I entered the house, silence met me. For the first time in my life the whole house was lifeless. It was so quiet that I can hear the door echoing when I opened the door.

I turned my head to the living, I did not see my mother sitting on the sofa, with the remote in her hand and Oprah on the television sset. Within my first step, water surrounded me. I looked to where the water came from. It was the stairs that water was coming from. Water journeying down the stairs to the front of the house. I saw a river of red streaming in the water.

My first thought was my mom, I quickly ran up the stairs to the bathroom, where the water was running through under the door. I knocked loudly on the door. I heard nothing moving but the noise of the water running from the tub or the sink. I tried the door knob. It was locked. More rivers of blood pooled around my feet.

I knocked even louder. "Mom, open this door!" I yelled, but nothing happened.

I hitted the door harder. "Open this door, Mom!" I screamed, then again nothing happened.

I backed away from the door and with as much froce as I can I kicked the door open. I heard the door frame hit the wall loudly. I quickly entered the bathroom. My mother was in the tub with her arms over the edge of the tub. The water flowed clear then passed her right wrist when her blood goes and mixed in with the water. I went to my mother, grabbed her wrist which was cut opened and bleeding massively. I looked around the bathroom for the knife. There it was, by my feet, long and sharp. I kicked it away from me, as through it was going to kill me too.

I dropped her wrist and held her shoulders. "Why, you had to leave me?" I muttered. I hugged my mother as closely as I can. I felt no pulse, no breath, no heart beat from her.

It would be hours before my father came home from his trip to Japan. I turned off the water, and stared at my mother, calm lifeless face. I kissed her for the very last time and I walked out of the bathroom to my parents room. The room was a mess, not there usual mess free room, all these random clothes were throwned everywhere. On the bed was a letter to my father, I thought it was a suicide letter but a love letter to my father from another woman.

Anger rose from my body. Hatred to my father erupted. 'No wonder my mother killed herself' I thought to myself. I sat on the bed with the letter in my hand. Reading the letter, nothing in it made sense to me. Nonsense about their child they where to grow together, that I would move in with them after the divorce where final.1

Whispers of words flowed into the room. 'I love you' the only quote that means so much to me spoken from my mother. It was the last words that was spoken to me when she came into my room and kissed me good night.
"I love you too, Mom!" I whispered back to the empty room. Hot tears flowed from my eyes, blurring my vision. I bent my head down, a huge headache beating in my head, tearing me apart. I waited on the bed for my father to come home from his 'TRIP'...2