from the dark side (ii)

A wicked flicker of hope in her eyes,a bitten lip to stiffle her criesWhite knuckles clench the cold steel blade,hands now covered in a crimson shade What she is hiding from she can't recall,just remembers the blood trail on the wallShe slowly opens the cupboard door,stiffening at the creaks of the floor How did he get inside her home?Is he still here? is it safe to roam?She sees a figure on her bed and she stopsfloor is red beneath its arm as the blood drops Realisation of what she sees takes place in her head, laying infront of her is her husband, not moving, deadBlood drowning his bare arms and chest,she closed her eyes, could not look at the rest Slowly she gathers strength for the door,something telling her there might be moreHer heart raced as she thought of her little son,his room was down the hall, she started to run His door was ajar, she opened it further,no one on the bed, she froze looking at the mirrorshe stared at the bloodied madness looking back at hershe turned around, sobbing sounds she could hear "Jonathan?, baby come out its mommy" cowered next to the bed she could seeTears down his face, lips quivering, "Mommy, mommy please dont hurt me"