“Mom?” My shoulders roll to ease the growing knot out of them. Pale skin over-top a narrow body. Icy like tile under my feet from the lack of heat in my cream bathroom. I twisted the copper knob on the heating spindle.

“Mom? Are you up yet?” Peeling back the shower curtain; I stopped. A cold chill rocketed down my spine one vertebrae at a time
An unwelcomed metallic taste on my tongue as I look over the once crystal clear blue liquid now a dark watered down red. A short, disemboweled woman lifelessly scrunched in an uncomfortable position. Her green eyes horridly visible through the water she submerged in. Bile arose my tightened throat. My mother’s tendons in her face descended to an unnatural extremity. Extraminds of her body floated …show more content…
“Ow crap.” I snarled at the tugging sensation on my scalp. Murky blue eyes staring back at me. Ugly. That’s all I could see through the bathroom mirror.

“Today marks the fifth year anniversary to the mysterious murder of Maria Rogers. Five years prior on this day, twenty six year old Maria Catherine Rogers, was found dead in her morning shower by her eleven year old daughter Lux Rogers.” I flicked off the radio. They didn’t know what happened so they have no right to talk about it.

Five years. Honestly it is weird to think about. Five years ago I sat in Ms. Feathers sixth grade class with Bill Nye the Science Guy blaring. I remember that day, the prying for answers, pictures of men I’ve never seen, interviews, police. The works. My aunt took custody of me because my deadbeat dad refused to take in a ‘beggar child’. Aunt Clare stays locked in her room most of the day so I have the house to myself. After my mother's death I found an odd infatuation with guns. I, in fact, own a nine millimeter pistol for protection. I staggered down the wooden stairs to the lazy boy couch set. My hand reaches for the black strap of my gray backpack with cheesy flowers stitched into the fabric. I threw it over my shoulder, fiddled on my converse high tops, and rushed into the brisk Washington