Something Called Trust

Ten years ago to this day my mother died. Right on the day of my birthday. It was horrible. Blood everywhere, her eyes staring unknowingly at my face. My father had killed her, then walked out. Right through the front door. No one suspected a thing. A few days later they found me, the nieghbors had gotten suspicious since no activity had been going on in our out of our house. They found my little six year old body lying next to my mothers. I tried to tell them what happened but they didn't listen. So finally, I just stopped talking. To anyone. The only one I talk to is my dog. He stayed with me through out the whole thing. And even to him I only say his name.
This is my story.