The Hope of Glory

Murder and Abuse
There was the scene that day, my mother's head bashed against the wall. There she stood with a very pale complexion, and bright red blood running down the right side of her angelic face. The next scene of my life, the sound of a gunshot to the chest ended my time with the man who gave me life.
Now a new scene, my mother is sick and I can feel death at hand. Everyone is celebrating her miraculous recovery, but I felt death standing around the corner - watching, waiting, hiding...