#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
Dropping the knife immediately, I followed where the trail of blood was coming from. It led outside to the trunk, which was slightly closed. I froze still while my anxiety was rising. Walking towards the the trunk, I opened it up slowly. "Oh no. Mother!"
I said as I looked at her pale body, it seems she was terrified when she died, from the look on her face. *ding* A message popped up from a unknown number, on my phone.
"Gotcha" Attached to a picture of me, holding the knife in my house.
"I'm going to figure out what happened"


~I know it's not the best, but at least I tried something...