I slowly back away from the dead body in front of me, not making any sound because I forgot how to produce any. Tears ran down my face while I laid my hand against my mouth. The woman I known my whole life, laid dead on the floor in our home.

'Mom.' My voice was laced with disbelief and sadness.
'Rick there is a child in here.' A policemen shouted at his partner who is standing in the hallway.
The man named Rick ran to the us in a hurry and stopped right before, kneeling down, so he was Eye to eye with me. 'Hey kiddo, my name is Rick. What is yours?'

I looked at him, knowing that my face was void of any emotion. 'I am not a kid-' I growled at him. 'I am already 6 years old.' I continued but didn't growl at him anymore. 'M-my name is Aella Harper but my mommy called me Hope.' I tried to force the tears back but I didn't work.

I wake up, shaking and sweating because of my nightmare, the memory of how my mom died. I pull the covers closer to me, seeking comfort in them and crawl deeper in my bed. How is it that I am still affected from something that happened so long ago? Signing I gently get out of bed, knowing that I won't fall sleep again.

I walk in the bathroom and hesitate to turn the lights, knowing it will burn my eyes this early in the morning but decide to do so anyway. Rapidly blinking my eyes I turn the sink on and splash my face with water while drying my face, I look up into the mirror and grimace.

My green eyes are dull with dark circles under them and my blond hair that reaches my waist is lifeless. 'Mother would you be proud to see your daughter like this?' I asked out loud. The light above my head flickers, making me look up. 'I guess not.'

I look one more time in the mirror  before I strip out of my pajamas before stepping in the shower. When the warm water hits me, I noticeably relax. I sign happy and wash myself knowing that I can't hide forever I the shower. With a disappointed frown on my face I turn the water off and step out.

After that I put on my usual attire, a white tank top with black pants and my combat boots, I pack my bag and go to the kitchen to get a banana. 'Maybe I should go to Rick and Mary after school, it is a long time that I have seen them.' I mumble to myself before taking a bite of my banana. Taking two apples and a granola bar, I put them in my bag.

'Okay, let's see. I have my books, pens, markers, my lunch and my keys. I am ready for school.' I shut my bag and look to the clock up the wall. '5:30 a.m. is maybe bit too early to go.' I say out loud while placing my bag on the counter. I set a alarm for 7 a.m. and rest my head on the counter.

Grunting, I sit up from the counter when my alarm is blaring through the room. standing up from the chair, I take my midnight blue hoodie that lays on the small sofa and put my hair in a high ponytail.
Checking for my keys, I close my apartment door behind me and walk to the local high school.

People avoid me when I reach school. They walk in a circle around me and gasp when they come to close for their liking. I hear them whispering about me or making fun of me but I don't have the energy  to do something, I just ignore all of them.

The classroom turns silent when I walk in, you can here nothing except for the sound of people breathing. I roll my eyes before take a seat in the back of the class but not before hearing some girls gossip about me. I don't know why they are still on about it, I have been going to this school for three years.

When lunch is finally there I have enough of these people constantly gossiping about me. I stand on one of the tables and stomp loudly with my feet making a bang echo through the room.

'Hello, everyone!' I say sarcastic.
'I know that most of you know me but for the one who don't, my name is Hope Harper and yes, my father killed my mom.' I hear some kids gasp or cough and some even drop the stuff that they are holding but I don't care and just continue.

'I have been going to this school for three years get over it, I don't want your pity or you sympathy. I just want to finish school in peace. So, could stop the gossiping?' They stare at me with widen eyes before quietly restart their conversations.

I sign before getting of the table and sitting down, taking my granola bar and eating it when somebody takes the seat next to mine. 'So, Hope, right? My name is Skylar Monroe and I wanted to know something.' I prepared myself for the obvious question: why did he do it? 'Where did you buy those shoes, they are gorgeous.'

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Well... That was the fourth one-shot. Let me know what you think and don't gringe at my mistakes. English is not my first language. So... Yeah.... I'm gonna go now 😅.
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