I was tossing and turning helplessly in my make shift bed. Clenching those blue sheets that my dearest mother laid freshly in the morning. I groaned, covered my emerald orbs with my hand and moved to turn my lamp on from the bed side.

2:30 a.m.

The clock read. I glance outside the balcony adorning the luminous blanket of stars that seemed to envelope Earth. Dearest mother used to teach me rhymes about the diamonds when I was one. 14 years later, I still slept to her bed time stories. I scratch my neck and begin to ponder on why she hadn't read to me tonight.

2:50 a.m.

Beginning to feel restless I walk down our wooden stairs remembering a day I fell down sliding over the stairs. Faint noises fall over my ear making my heart thump faster. Mother's continuous sobs and Father's rare sigh make my knees wobble. I walk towards the dining table and gasp.

3:00 a.m.

A beaten body lies over the cold marble floor, transferring chills into the aura. His lifeless emerald orbs stare into mine, killing my dead body.

"I should've spared the rod," father cries while mother's eyes stare into oblivion at the stars she taught me rhymes about when I was one.