story1- unhappy.
i awoke with the dreaded sweat upon my forehead again. this
couldn’t be happening again. the stench of rusty nails
scorched my nostrils. my eyes were blurred and i was seeing double
but i could hear pattering footsteps going back and forth. i rubbed
my eyes a couple times until my vision recovered. little eden
was stood at the end of my bed. her hair was greasy and had blood
dripping on the ends. “mommy, logan fell,” she said as
she placed her thumb back in her mouth. “sweetie, where did
it happen? where’s logan?” i swung my legs out of bed
and put my robe on. eden pointed towards the kitchen as i raced
in.
he lay there with his face down on the pearly white tiles with
a pool of blood surrounding him. my entire body froze. there was no
way to react. my lungs stopped and my heart pounding as if it was
trying t0 break out of my chest. i don’t know how long it was
but i finally sprung back to reality. i dropped to the floor and
took logan by his shoulders. he is only six, he doesn’t
deserve this! as i turned him over i knew it was the end. i
couldn’t keep a child’s body in my home! but calling
the police only meant eden getting taking away and i couldn’t
lose both of my babies.
logan was gone and i had to do what was best. eden was so
confused and she didn’t deserve this as one of her childhood
memories. i didn’t even notice the blood drenching my hands
and knees. i dailed 911. there’s no point telling you what
happened next, Dr Leekie, it’s pretty obvious. i just wanted
to prove i did not do it. i would never kill my own child, surely
you get that! i just need closure. please. don’t do
this to me. prison is the worst thing for me.