As I go through and do some first edits for the memoir I’m working on about my mother’s murder and my attempted murder, I will be posting excerpts on my patreon. <3
When I get home, I park my car, go inside, lock the door, walk to the left, through the hallway, through my own room, finally to my mother’s room. She is sitting on her yoga mat. She is obsessed with working out and trying to lose weight, and must have just finished a workout.
She asks me how my night went and I tell her fine. I know she’s relieved I made it home safely, and so am I, honestly. Those freeways are scary! She gets into bed with a book, and eventually dozes off with her glasses still on and her book on her chest.
I am on my computer downloading music and putting it onto my Ipod. I send an AIM message to my best friend N. I text C again, he responds “You are the most beautiful girl!”. I smile and shut my phone. Now it’s about 2 am.
I start to hear noises, little creaks in my room. I look towards the door but it’s closed. I wait, and hear nothing more so I go back to what I’m doing.
I am still wearing my clothes, and decide not to change since I have to wake up early to take my little cousin M, A’s little sister, to school. My light blue skinny jeans, and white t-shirt with some pink and purple design on it. I go to the bathroom to wash my face, take off my makeup, brush my teeth, and get ready to get in bed.
Normally I would take Tylenol PM if I had school the next day, or if it was earlier, because I always have trouble sleeping. Tonight I decide it’s too late for that, and go back to the computer after I’m done in the bathroom. I see that my ipod is done downloading the songs onto it, and I grab my white headphones and prepare to lay down.
I sit in the bed, then lay, but for some reason, I don’t put my headphones in yet. I also don’t wake my mom up to tell her to take off her glasses, or get up to turn the lights off. It’s like I’m waiting for something.
I am laying in bed holding my headphones, and I hear movement coming from my room again. Creaks like someone is walking toward the door. This time I’m certain someone is coming, so I look again toward the door
Someone is definitely walking into the room. I brace myself. I’m not scared yet, just confused. I assume it’s my aunt. It couldn’t be my grandma because she is somewhat disabled and not able to walk that quickly. I wonder what my aunt could possibly want at 2:30 am.
The door creaks open. I immediately went into shock. Later on when talking to the police I will say that I don’t remember looking at her face, but I think it’s a woman based on her appearance. I know it’s someone I don’t recognize because this person shouldn’t be in my house.
She holds the knife over her head for about ten seconds…
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