I Remember

"Mommy? Where are we going?" I asked my mother as she sped through the streets of the town. My hand in hers. "Mommy? Where's daddy?" I asked again. I was five. I knew this, memory all too well, we were being chased. She turned to face me. "I don't know sweetheart. I don't know." She hugged me, tears streamed down her face, warm on my cheeks. The sound of footsteps grew nearer. She pulled away, taking off her necklace. Which was a circular, clock locket, she reached into her satchel and took out a small music box. "Take these and run," She pressed her lips to my forehead. "I l-" A gunshot. A scream. My scream. "R-run..." Blood leaked through my mother's chest. She collapsed. My copper eyes went wide with terror. I looked up, the gun was aimed at me. "MOM!!"