“Hey mom I’m home!” I say aloud as soon as I enter our two story home.
No response comes. She must be sleeping I decide. So I go into the downstairs bathroom and shower. I put my long black hair up afterward and walk to the stairs.
I scream as soon as I see it and fall down the stairs. Scrambling, I crawl to the home phone.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“I’d like” I pause, “to report a suicide.”
And then everything goes black.
I wake up on a rough carpet. It’s pitch black and my stomach hurts. Raspy breathing comes from the other side. It’s close. My hands and feet are bound. Pain comes from my right leg. I scream, it’s a mix between horror and pain. Then, I feel no pain.
The trunk opens and blinding light comes through burning my skin. A blanket covers me, and then I’m whisked away inside of a motel room.