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.