Dedicated to @Contest-Girl

My name is Eric, and I had just lost my mother. I'm only 9, so I'm not exactly sure if this really happened. Here's how it went (I think):

First of all, my dad has never been nice to me. So this really hurt me when my mother Jen died. She was murdered. The police told me that someone snuck up on her and stabbed her in the back! I cried and cried while my daddy just laughed at me, calling me a crybaby. It's like he didn't even care!

I was left cleaning up the blood. My dad forced me because the police left. Because my mom's body was still there, I just had to keep looking at it. It felt like she was still there.

I started to cry. I was covered in blood, my mom's dead body was staring at me, and my dad? Oh who knows! He was probably off in Wonderland.

Suddenly I hear footsteps. I turn around and look up at my father. He looks down at me. "Now that you're gone, you're all mine now." He said as he pulled out a bloody knife. "Let me tell you a secret," he began. "...I was the one who killed your mother."