Silas The Heir

Darkness surrounded her. She eased out of bed. Heart racing as she put her feet down on the cold hardwood floor. Her stomach clenched at the strange gurgling noises behind her open door. Then she heard it, a rasp of her voice, strangled and weak and so unlike her mother's tone. "Mom?" Her words trembled, almost sticking in her throat. She pushed open the door, terror gripped in her heart. Her mother lay in a pool of her blood. A raw wound ran from her jaw down her shoulder. It poured freely over her white gown. Her mother's mouth moving but no words escaped. Maggie rushed to her, kneeling in the crimson. Tears flowed down her cheek, as terror coursed through her veins. panic flashed across her features, and she leaned down to hear her.