Panic shoots through me. I can`t move. I can`t think and I can`t breathe. I try to speak, but instead I yell. Before the car is even fully parked, I jump out and run into the house.
"Mom?! MOM!" Silence. I run upstairs. "MOM THIS ISN`T FUNNY WHERE ARE YOU?" I burst into her room. Not here. I look in every room upstairs, she`s not up here. I sprint downstairs and my grandmother tries to catch up. "MOM?!" I look in my room while, when I come out, my grandmother is frozen in place, then she screams. I run into the living room where she is crying, and stop just short of a puddle of blood. The richest shade of red I`ve ever seen, so dark, it`s almost black. Hot tears form fire in my eyes and I scream over and over and over again. I scream until my throat burns with an aching so bad, it seems like flames are lighting up in my mouth. I kneel down beside her.
"MOM... Oh God, what happened?" I ask, although I know I won`t be getting an answer. She`s dead. No, no, no. It`s a dream... th-this isn`t real. I`m going to wake up and see her alive, because this is not real.
"This isn`t real," I whisper for reassurance. My grandmother is still crying. I stare my mother. Blood spattered everywhere, her neck slashed. This isn`t real. Her arms bent at awkward angles. It`s just a dream. There`s a bullet in the middle of her forehead.
"This isn`t real," I whisper for reassurance.
"Sage." A long pause. "She`s d-dead. She says, crying harder. She`s really gone. My eyes feel like clouds releasing a heavy, horrid rain. Tears stream down my face. My grandmother dials 911.
She`s dead and the last thing we did was fight. I hate myself. I couldn`t even tell her that I loved her one last time. I didn`t even get to say goodbye. It isn`t fair. It isn`t fair! Raw emotion takes over every bone, cell and fiber in my body. Anger. Sadness. Grief. My grandmother finishes the call, she hangs up.
Bang. A thundering noise fills the room, and my grandmother falls silent as she hits the floor.