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Hayley
I stared at my mother, at how she kneeled on the floor just a foot from me, at how the weapon stuck from her chest, at how blood seeped from the wound, soaking her pajamas and creating a pool around her.
“No, no, no,” I whispered, kneeling beside her. I held on to her shoulders, trying to touch her, to hold her, but not mess with that freaking spear in her chest. Her body convulsed, and I helped her lie down on the floor. “Mom, please, hang on.” I brushed her hair from her face as tears brimmed in my eyes. I glanced around, searching for my phone, but I left it upstairs. I had to call 911 right now. “Mom, I’ll grab my phone upstairs. Hang on.”
I started pushing up from the floor, but she reached up and wrapped her hand around my wrist. “T-There’s no time,” she croaked, her voi
