I regret not being there to save her. If only I was faster. If I had known what was going to happen then none of this would have happened. I wouldn't be on the streets, my mother wouldn't be dead and none of this stuff would be real. It was November the 21st . My name was Eddie Strauss.
I lived in the city of New York in an apartment. It was 7 o'clock on a very dark day. I had no father or brother or sister and all my relations lived in England. I sat on my bed listening to the radio. I was 8 years old. The lights flickered above me. Slowly I walked over to the balcony. I stood there gazing at the city until my mother called from the kitchen, "Eddie dear, we're a little low on milk, could you go buy some?" "Yes", I sighed reaching into my wallet and pulling out six dollars. I turned off the radio and made my way to the stairs. "Eddie", my mother called again, "don't forget to stop before crossing the road". "Yes", I replied. I walked down the mountain of stairs. Another mistake I made, I should have used the elevator.
By the time I reached the bottom I was exhausted. I stopped before crossing the road. The petrol station wasn't far from our apartment. I pulled up my hood. I stopped because my feet were aching. I made so many stupid mistakes if I think about them now I'd probably hit myself. I finally reached the petrol station and walked in. There was a man at the counter. There was no line so I got the milk and hurried over to him. "All alone?" the man frowned. I nodded. "Careful on the road", he reminded me. I handed him the money, took the milk and walked out the door.
When I reached my apartment I put the milk in the fridge. The electricity had gone and the apartment was silent. "I'm back", I called. No reply. Something lay on the floor. When I bent down to check I fell over horrified. I got to my feet and wiped a tear from my eye. I prayed I was just dreaming. What lay on the floor was.......my mother. Blood sprayed from her chest. She was staring up at the ceiling dead. It was horrible; I still have dreams about her. The scene is still stuck in my head.
A shadow moved in the hall and I hurried over to the door still shaken. A man stood in the centre of the room. When he turned I got a glimpse of his face. He had long brown hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a coat that went down to his knees, a pair of black trousers and old shoes. The thing that haunts me is his smile, cruel and dangerous. He reached for his rifle. Before he could do so I lunged forward and banged into him with such force that he was knocked off his feet and crashed into the wall. The murderer blinked in surprise. I wondered where my new strength had come from.
I looked at the man and hatred and rage boiled inside me. He got to his feet. I sprinted over to the rifle and kicked it into the kitchen. He scowled at me and I sneered back. He turned to the elevator and I let him escape this time. I took the rifle and put it in my hoody pocket. If someone found out my mother was murdered they'd have to send me to the orphanage. No way was I going to the orphanage. I packed my clothing in a bag and said my goodbyes. I threw it over my shoulder and started walking down the stairs.
I was so busy crying I didn't realise how thirsty I was. I was far, far away from my apartment. Thunder boomed overhead. Lightening crashed across the sky making it light up brightly. Where had they come from? I didn't care, all I wanted to do was be in bed, my mother would tuck me in and say goodnight. I'd drift into a deep sleep and have nothing to worry about. Unfortunately that didn't happen. The stars littered the sky making me see clearly. I stopped between two skyscrapers and stumbled in between them. There was a rubbish bin at the corner of the area. Scrumpled up papers, banana peels and old cans were scattered all around it giving the place a dreadful smell. I tried not to breathe and take that pungent odour in. I took two dusty blankets off the ground and wrapped them around me. It was cold and wet but it didn't matter. I sat leaning against the wall, the moon was now full. I looked at my watch and it said 11.35. I prayed it was all just a dream and I'd wake up tomorrow and be happy. I must have fallen asleep.
I was in a large room. There were liquids being poured into glass bottles. It was like a lab one of those mad scientists would have.
To be continued ......................................
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