The cold autumn mist was hovering in the air and I was in the graveyard. Grieving my mother’s death. Her crimson blood still haunts my mind. Her terrified screams still ring in my ears. It was all my fault. How could I of let this happen to my mother? She told me to stay home. Why didn’t I just listen to her? I can still remember her frantically shouting my name. Then he ran passed me. My mother’s killer. I looked in to his soul-less eyes. And I just stood there. I was paralyzed in shock. I could have ran to my mother’s side and shared her last second of life with her. Telling her that I love her. I could have ran after the man who did this and seek revenge for this cold-blooded killer. I let my mother live out her dying moment in pain and loneliness. Never getting to save goddbye.