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.
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.
me at school: can i go home now
clock: 6 1/2 hours to go!
clock: 6 1/2 hours to go!
"The greatest prison that people live in is the fear of what other people think.”
My mind
is like
a prison
My thoughts keep trying to break free
But noone's there to open the gate
And set them free
My thoughts keep trying to break free
But noone's there to open the gate
And set them free
The
greatest
prison
people
live
in is
the
fear
of what
other
people
think
NMQ
NMQ
What if we
are
made
of
cells because our body is a prison for our soul?
cells because our body is a prison for our soul?
Depression
is a
prison
where
you
are
both
the
suffering
prisoner
and
the
cruel
jailer
~Dorothy Rowe
~Dorothy Rowe
