100 Word Challenge- Ella

I walk through the front garden of my house, the spiky bushes lining the pathway scratching my dirty Nikes. I leap up the steps and onto the deck, the sun staring down at me like a tiger, staring down at its prey. I go through the door, dumping my schoolbag in the corner. “Mum, I’m home!” I call into the kitchen. As I walk in and grab an apple out of the bowl, I excitedly tell Mum about my day. “... and then… wait Mum?” I realise she is not in the kitchen. “Mum? Mum?” I yell starting to panic. Where is she? And then I see it. The glinting silver knife on the table. Dripping with fresh blood.