I did it for our Family.

This is a different writing style than I usually do. Please tell me if it’s too difficult to follow, or any questions or additional comments that you guys may have. Feedback helps me get better! So please let me know. Thanks, Please enjoy!     Kae.

Note: I slightly changed the prompt I got this on to better fit my story. Hope no one is too bothered by it And to cut it down because this would’ve went on forever, haha. If you guys want more, Post on the comments!


I never thought I’d be here. Never did I ever think I was capable of doing what I did. I sit here in this empty chamber, bound closed and locked behind these rusted steel bars. I’m only sixteen, this isn’t like me. I’m a straight A – B student, I do what I’m told and I shut up about it., whether I like it or not. My mom and her husband are out on a cruise, so I have to wait here until they get back from their anniversary vacation. The worst part is they don’t even know yet, about any of it.

It started when Alex who happens to be a heroin addict, targeted my little brother Kayge. Even though Kayge is a year younger than me, he still manages to weasel into the worst types of crowds. Well, this is how it happened.


I open the door to Marcus’s trailer and start making my way back to his room. The place reeks. There’s not much of anything here. A couch, a table with one chair, a fridge with no food in it, I don’t even think the thing works to be totally honest. And there are two beds in the only bedroom in the trailer for Marcus and his brother Adam. I walk by the bathroom that probably hasn’t been used for a couple years. This is where we sell our dope. Adam bought it off of the landlord for a pretty cheap price since no one would have wanted it in its current condition anyways. Now I don’t do dope, But I enjoy having some extra change in my pocket since I can’t work a decent job yet, since I’m only fifteen. If my mom knew about this, I wouldn’t be living at home anymore. I’m not proud of it, but mom isn’t home much. David is usually always taking her on trips around the world. So this feeds me, and gets me what I need.

Knock Knock Knock

I knocked on the door of Marcus’s bedroom.

“Come in,” called Marcus from the other side of the door. I open the door and walk inside, being sure to shut the door behind me. Amanda is here. She doesn’t do this crap either, her boyfriend just sends her out on these little drug pickups, and she’s seeing Marcus on the side. She says she can’t stand the way Alex treats her. Marcus is in this because his brother asked for his help. Adam and Marcus have been on their own for a long time. It’s no surprise they’re here at this state.

“I brought the Golden Girl and the Black Eagle.” I said to Marcus as I pulled the product out of my book bag and handed it to him as I sat down. “Black Eagle is top of the line for sure. It’ll be a little more expensive than what you guys are used to, is that cool, Manda?” Amanda looked at the producted and seemed interested.

“35 extra.” I slid in the price, trying to talk it up a little bit. She looked at Marcus and back at the product. Marcus just smiled his big stoner smile. Now he doesn’t shoot up, but he won’t pass on a bowl pack. Marcus flipped his hair to the side and started talking up the product as well. The kid isn’t really good looking but he’s not necessarily unattractive. He has medium long dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. It’s long like a skater kids’, and he dresses like one to. Although he’s a little over weight, he never let that stop him. Kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that. He does the kind of things that people wouldn’t usually expect. He’s spontaneous and a hot head. He’s been my best friend for years. My hair is short cut, sticks off a little and I usually gel it down in the mornings when I can. I wear plaid button ups but use them as jackets rather than actually buttoning them up. Too much effort in my opinion.

“I’ll take it.” She finally replied. I grabbed the scale and weighed out her usual amount.

“Throw in some of the Golden Girl too. I got enough to cover it.” I looked at her and smiled, “That’s very generous of you. How did you get that much?” I grabbed the balloon and put the product inside, then started on the Golden Girl.

“Alex gave me some money to play with. He wanted to treat himself.” She replied taking the Black Eagle and shoving it into her purse.

“You know, If you hate him so much why don’t you leave him?” I asked her. I’ve always wondered this, just never thought to ever consider asking, afraid of her getting offended. But I really don’t give a shit anymore. She looked at me with a sarcastic look that said, ‘really?’ and waved the money in her hand. Marcus looked at her with a questioned expression.

“’cause he gives you money? I got money. You could just stay with me.” Marcus has wanted Amanda for a while now. But for some reason she won’t leave Alex. None of my business though so I just mind my own business. Amanda is 21 and Alex is 24. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s tall and skinny. A little too skinny for my taste. Marcus can have her.

After Amanda and I are done, I hand the rest of the product to Marcus, take 10% of what Amanda paid us, and gave the rest to Marcus. After that I gave them my farewell and headed on home. It’s about two and a half miles from the trailer park to my house so it’s not too bad.

As I walk down the deserted roads, I readjust my book bag and button up my shirt. The fall weather is beautiful but it’s cold this year. Colder than normal in late September. When I get to the bus stop I check the time on my cell to see what time it is.

5:56 pm.

I check my messages to see if mom or Tyler messaged me. Both.

From:  Mom

Time: 3:12 pm

Message: Hey, Kayge. David and I are leaving for the cruise. Your sister is going to watch you so try not to cause too much trouble. Love you xoxo mom.

From:  Ty

Time: 4:48 pm

Message: bub, where are you? You should have been home an HOUR ago. Call me.

I called my sister and braced myself for an ear full.

“Oh my God, Gage. Where are you? You missed mom!” She was talking so loud; I could practically feel her spit through the phone. “I’m on my way home, I stopped by Marcus’s. So chill yourself. I know I’m late, and I missed mom leaving. I’ll be there soon, all right?” I tried to calm her down.

“Fine, just make it quick.” Click. She’s nuts, I swear.

I walked up the stairs to my front door and unlocked it. Of course, there she is. Standing by the front door with her arms crossed.

“How am I supposed to watch you when you keep doing whatever it is that you want to do? You’re going to get my ass in trouble!” She raged her fury at me like a tiger mauling it’s prey. She must be on the rag. I’m sure of it.

“Look, I’m safe. No scratches. So shut up.” I shoved past her and up the stairs to my room.


I scowl at my brother and go back to cooking myself some dinner. Sometimes I just think its worthless trying to keep track of him. He does what he wants. He’s done that ever since dad left us. I can’t really blame him though. Dad was a good guy. I’m not sure what the exact reasons were for him and mom breaking up, all I do know is that we don’t talk to him anymore. He doesn’t want to have contact with us. I think it’s because he’s remarried now and has a new family and is too busy to worry about us. I got used to the thought of him not being around a while ago. Him and mom were always fighting. Oh well. No family is perfect.

I scrape my mac’ n’ cheese into a bowl and sit in front of the T.V. watching Comedy Central before doing my homework. I finish my bowl of noodles and rinse out the bowl in the sink when all the sudden I hear someone knocking on the door, and slamming their fingers as fast as they can on the door bell. I turn off the water and grab a towel and dry my hands as I make my way to the front door. When I open the door I see Amanda being held by a death grip on her arm. Her face is bruised and bleeding in many places. When I look to face the man who is holding her, Amanda suddenly fly’s at me. Alex. His eyelids are red, worn down, and he has track marks everywhere. I know who Alex is. I stopped talking to Amanda when she got with him. I refuse to be associated with those crowds. I grab a hold of Amanda and turn back to Alex with a confused look on my face.

“What the hell are you doing!? What did you do to her Alex!” I yelled trying to attend to Amanda’s wounds, as Alex shoved his way into the house shutting the door behind him and locking it. Then I see it. He has a gun in his right side hoodie pocket and is pointing it at me. I instantly stop moving and keep my eyes on him. “Amanda, go sit down…” I talked softly. Our living room was connected to the room where the front door was so it’s within eyeballs reach. I figure Alex wouldn’t oppose to that. Alex flicks his drugged up eyes to her and then to me.

“Where’s Kayge.” He demanded. I notice Gage peaking down the stairs, trying not to be seen or heard. “I know he’s here. The fucker ripped me off, I want my money back!” His voice kept rising.

“He’s not here!” I yelled back, trying to give Gage the hint to get the hell out of dodge for whatever fucked up thing he’s done now. I’ll kill him for this. I watch Gage’s head pop back and figure he got the hint.

“Stop with the act, Tyler. I want my money!” He kept insisting, and took the gun out of his pocket and waved it in my face. I don’t have any money. The only money I get is from babysitting the neighbor’s kid once or twice a month and they are stingy with their pay.

“Look, Alex. I don’t have your money. Go home.” I try to keep my voice calm so he doesn’t freak out and actually shoot me. My body is trembling and I’m still standing there, heart racing, and blood rushing though my body. Everything feels hot. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I don’t know what to do in this kind of situation. Things like this never happen to me. Ever.

“Yeah well Kayge owes me! So I don’t give a shit who gets my money, you or him, but if it’s not in my fucking hands by tomorrow, I’ll shoot you, Amanda and your little baby brother. Got it?” I could feel the anger in his voice hit me like a knife in the chest. I shakily nodded my head and stepped back. Alex let out a deep sigh and let the gun down by his side, finger on the trigger, but not yet squeezing it. He rubbed his forehead as if he had a really bad migraine, then before I knew it he had me by the neck of my shirt, with the gun pressed firmly against my cheek bone. I stopped breathing.

“No, I don’t believe I heard you. Do you,” he whispered in a sociopathic voice that made chills numb my spine. “ –understand, what I’m telling you? I want every last dime. 345 dollars total. Cash. Tomorrow. You know where to find me.” He tapped the gun on the temple of my head and gave me a soulless smile. I attempted to breath slowly and keep myself conscious. How on earth am I supposed to make that kind of money?

“Kayge! Get down here, now!” I yelled to him. Kayge walked down the stairs and looked at Amanda and then back to me.

“I just had a fucking gun in my face. Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?!” My nerves are distraught. I usually never cuss at my brother because I find it disrespectful to speak to your family like that. But I think this time is justified.

“I was told it was quality stuff!” He blurted out, beads of sweat started forming on his face. “I’m so sorry, Tyler. I never wanted this to happen!” He scrambled for the right words to say, but what do you really say in his situation?

“How am I supposed to come up with that kind of money by tomorrow, Kayge, what the hell am I supposed to do?!” My voice was frantic and cracking.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!” I could see the sympathy in his face. I knew my brother didn’t mean anyone harm.

“Well,” I took a deep breath trying to calm down and think about this. My mind was everywhere but where I needed it. “How much do you have?” I asked.

“ 35 bucks. That’s it. That’s all I got out of the payment.” He responded reaching in his pocket and handing me the thirty five dollars.

“I have 25, but that’s for Amanda to go with her aunt, and get the hell out of this place.” I shook my head. Wait. Mom has some extra cash stuffed in her sock drawer. I run upstairs and pull open her dresser drawer and start digging through the socks. Got it. I pull out only 75 bucks. Shit… Still need 235…

After Kayge and I talked, and I cleaned Amanda up some, I drove her to the train station with some of my clothes in a bag and the only 25$ left to my name, to get her a one way ticket to her aunt. I stop at a gas station outside of town and sit in the parking lot at the gas pump. I stare out the window and reflect on everything that happened. I rubbed my neck, and I’m filled with some type of emptiness that I’ve never felt in my life before. I mindlessly move my eyes from the bag from Holiday Party Props which holds me and Gages Halloween costumes, then to the gas station. I may get mad at my brother, but when his life is threatened, I’ll do my damnedest to help him in any way I can.

My whole body and mind are numb. My thinking process at this point are completely nonexistent. I grab for the Zombie mask that my brother picked out and put it on along with the black under dress that went to the dress that was for my costume. It came down a little past my knees. I drove my car around the corner where it couldn’t be seen. I dug in the back seat of my car for the black hoodie that belonged to my ex-boyfriend, and wadded up an old bag and shoved it in my pocket to make it look like a gun was in my pocket to try and replicate what Alex did even though I didn’t have a gun. I inspected it, and decided it wouldn’t work. Wait. I have my softball bat in my trunk. I open my trunk and pull out my black and silver metallic softball bat and hold it firmly in hand. I shake it a couple times and take a couple deep breaths and double check to make sure no one is around. The coast is clear here goes nothing.

I muster up any balls I can pull out, and head to the door with my bat in hand. I burst through the door of the Quik Stop Shope and swing my bat full force at the counter breaking the displays and spewing the products they once contained towards the cashier. I feel blood rushing to my face, neck and arms. Adrenalin is pulsing through my body. The reality of it all is finally starting to set in. I’m scared. But I can’t back out now. I start to see red.

“Give me your fucking money!” I yell at the top of my lungs, my voice involuntarily cracking under the pressure. No. I have to –

“Drop the weapon and put your hands up! You’re under arrest!” An old worn out grudge voice came from the door beside me, and the cashier ducked behind the counter. I turn to the door to see a cop who just happened to pull up in the middle of this. Shit.


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Posted by on October 11, 2013 in Uncategorized


The Letter in the Alley.

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Bzz.. Bzz.. Bzz.. Bzz.. Bzz..

I open one eye, then shut it quickly. The sun is beaming right through my window and into my eyes. I flop my hand around beside me searching for the snooze button on my alarm clock. As I go to move my hand back to me, I knock off a glass of water that was also on my nightstand. Damn. I let out a deep sigh, and sluggishly pull myself from my nest. My head is pounding, I feel nauseous, and I’m dizzy. As I sit on the edge of my bed, I open the drawer and grab the bottle of Advil that laid inside. I look inside the bottle only to find one left. No good, I need at least three for it to be effective. Four to even temporarily remove this hangover headache. I drank way too much last night. As I lean over to grab the cup, I notice a piece of paper folded up and laying inconspicuously on the ground next to my jeans and half under the bed. I picked up the glass and the piece of paper, set the glass back on the nightstand and started wiping off the water that was soaked into the paper.

When I open the note , a chill crawls up my spine. My heart starts to race a little, and I think I might get sick. I put the note down and scurry to the bathroom, half awake and drowsy. I slide down beside the toilet and lift up the seat, lean over, and heave out my guts. Not literally, but that’s what it feels like. After I’m done I grab a dirty towel laying next to me, and wipe my mouth off. I lean against the wall and take a deep breath, trying to be sure I’m completely done before trying to get up. This sucks. After I’m sure I’m done I stand up and go to wash my face at the sink. Yet I don’t think about the pounding headache I have, or the nauseous feeling in my stomach. I stare at myself for a long minute in the mirror. What happened last night? Usually this is normal for me. Go to work, come home, go to the bar, etc. etc. But usually I come home with phone numbers rather than a note like the one I just read. But when did I get it? I don’t remember much, I was pretty wasted last night. I sway over to my bed and sit back down on it, looking at the wet piece of paper laying in my hands. The ink is smeared but still thick enough to read. 5756 Trike Ave. Apt 7C. 

I know where this is. Well, the apartment building anyways, but I’ve never been inside. I pass it on my way to and from the bus stop every day. That’s it. The ally behind the gas station. I remember picking it up, but not much else. I shake my head and rub my eyes. It’s probably just some trash that fell out of the dumpster. I grab the empty glass and head to the kitchen to fill it up, pretty much ignoring the mysterious piece of paper. I take a couple of swigs then dump the rest back into the sink. I need to get more Advil. I can’t stand this headache. I take a shower and clean myself up. I stand in the mirror and wonder if I should cut the whiskers off my face or not. Nah. Not today. I grab my apartment keys, and head to the bus station.

As I cross the street and turn around the corner just a minutes walk from my house, I see it. Trike Ave. Curiosity fills me. I look at the bus stop that’s across the street in front of the gas station then back at the road sign. Then to the bus pulling up to the bus stop. I’ll never make it. It’s a good distance away. I walk down Triker Ave. to the building that was mentioned in the note. The building is old. All made out of brick and concrete. Some of the windows are busted out and boarded up. This building has to be at least fifty years or older. I walk up the cracked stairs, and go inside. There are mailboxes to my left hanging on the wall, and stiars infront of me leading up and leading down. I have 45 minutes until the next bus comes, I got some time to kill. I start going up the stairs and walk through the door on the first floor. I look at the numbers on the doors, One reads 2B. Must be up higher. I walk back out the door and continue up the stairs, and go through the door on the top of the stairs. 1C, 3C, 5C, Ahh. Here it is. 7C. I look around me, the walls have holes in them, and the wallpaper is pealing off. 

Knock Knock Knock

I hear a small noise, then it progressively gets louder as the door the opens.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I proclaimed as shock encased my body.




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Posted by on October 9, 2013 in Uncategorized


Three Wishes.


[ for good prompts.]

I hate shopping but my mother insisted that if I went to the market, she’d order me some pizza. So like any other teenage boy, I was bartered into doing things I despise.

I pull up to Shopper’s Mart in my old beat up Jimmy. It’s not really much to look at but hey, it works. As I sluggishly walk up to the front doors, I pull out the list and see what all I have to get.

Eggs, coffee, milk, butter, vinegar, and some salt.  That’s lame. She couldn’t have gotten these last Friday when she got paid? My mom is a special one. I weave through the isles aimlessly looking for the salt and vinegar. I turned the corner and bumped into this old woman, dropping the carton of eggs I had in hand. Should have gotten a basket. I look at the eggs smashed on the floor, and older woman I ran into. She has brown hair, and her roots are peppered gray. She looks as if shes in her early forties but the wrinkles suggest a hard life, with a lot of worry. She smiles at me kindly, and gave me a hard stare. If I wasn’t crazy, I’d think that she was staring into my soul. I smiled faintly, and apologized sympathetically.

“That’s quite alright, dear.” She smiled gently and reached in her kart for something. A puzzled look crossed over my face and I extended my attempt to humor her. “Wish I would have gotten a basket,” I said jokingly as she reached out her own carton of eggs to me. ‘I stared at her for a moment, and glanced my eyes from the carton of eggs in her hands, to the generous grin in her eyes. I took the eggs from her, still questioning her actions, and my own.

“Uh, thanks, but you really don’t have to give me these…” I said hesitantly, waiting for her to respond. All I got in return was a soft wink, and then she turned around and walked away. I stood there baffled, confused as to why she would just give me her eggs. It’s not really about the eggs, so much as it is the gesture.

“Hey, did you do this?” A cocky 16 year old kid said from behind me. I turned rather quickly cause it startled me. I showed him the full carton of eggs in my hand with a ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about face,’ plastered on, but didn’t say anything.

“Oh hey, here.” He turned and started digging around the tray of crap he was trolling with him, and then pulled out a basket.

“Sorry for accusing you, have a basket, your hands are looking pretty full…” He eagerly handed me the basket, in fear of me going to his boss. I wouldn’t do that though. Hell, I work in a gas station. I throw the eggs, milk and coffee jug into the basket. I hurry through the rest of the store just to get the hell home.

As I load my items on to the band, the handles on the basket snap, and the eggs smash into the ground. Today is not my day. I look at the cashier who picks up her phone and call someone to clean it up.
“Would you like to go get another pack of eggs, sir?” She asked in an un-amused tone.
“No thanks,” I said with a sigh of frustration. “I’ll be going without the eggs today.” They’ve already been trouble enough for me. I’m not about to lose a third batch of eggs.

I pulled into the trailer park on the north side of Wredwhitch. I open the door to the trailer that looks as if it was built 120 years ago. The carpet is all stained to hell, the walls are pealing apart. half the windows are boarded up. It’s not ideal, but for just me, my mom and little sister, it’s all we need. I set the bag of groceries and my keys on the counter and glance around the room to find mom is passed out on the couch with a cigarette burning in her hand, and a pipe on the table in front of her. I sighed and walked over to her, grabbing the cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray. I took her pipe and grinder and put it in the top drawer of her dresser, Since that’s where she’s been keeping it. She thinks I don’t know about it. She doesn’t even wonder how her pipe ends up back in her drawer. Probably because she’s too stoned to notice. I make sure I hide it before three o’clock rolls around so Leah doesn’t see it. She doesn’t need to be exposed to this, and know what life does to some people. Granted, my mom has had it rough, but sometimes I think that she over does herself.

I check the time on the cable box, it reads, “3:44” Shit! I’m late! I grabbed my keys and run out the door, not caring if I slam the door and wake up the devilish woman inside. I speed down the back roads hoping that there aren’t any cops around. When I pull up to Wredwhitch Elementary, I see Leah sitting on the curb outside of her school with a teach standing behind her, phone in hand. I pull up with the windows down and I hear Mrs. Gates complaining.

“Miss Hatcher, are you aware that your daughter has been sitting outside of the school waiting for you to come get her, for almost an hour now? Look, Rodney just got here, so we will let this slide .” Mrs. Gates was a bulgy woman, curly, short dark brown hair, a face you wont forget, with a mole that made it’s home right in the middle of her forehead. She wears grandma sweaters, one’s that come from those stores no one but the elderly know about. Those things should be illegal to wear. Her skirt was black and came down and hugged her elephant thighs, and fishtailed out a little. As soon as the car stopped, Leah popped up and opened the door. She wasn’t too fond of Mrs. Gates, but to be fair, Mrs. Gates hates my whole family. Then speak of the devil, she pops her head in the car window after Leah slammed it shut.
“Rodney, you need to be more watchful of her, or get your mother to pick her up once in a while.” She glared me down, and I smiled big, showing her to go screw off. I revved the gas pedal, and then pulled away. Leah leaned out the window and stuck her tongue out at her.

“Leah, sit down, and put on your seat belt.” I tugged on her jacket and pulled her back so her butt hit the seat.

“I know she sucks, but don’t go getting yourself in trouble, Mom will throw a fit about it.” I tried to sound sympathetic but she knows better. Leah is the smartest nine year old I’ve ever known. But sometimes, like all of us, have our breaking points. Leah’s just not quiet about it.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I just hate that woman.” She replied as she snapped in her seat belt.

“We all do, Lee. How was school?” I asked, trying to figure out why she’s so mad.

“Laken called me names today. So I called her the b word and got in trouble for it. You don’t get in trouble when you say it, I don’t understand.” She crossed her arms thinking she wasn’t in the wrong. But I corrected her.

“Leah, the b word is a bad word. Only grown ups use it. When you are older you can say it. But for now, just stick to holding your anger in until you get home, and you can complain to me about it. Okay?” I tried to convince her, and it seemed like she took the bait.

“Okay, fine. But only because you asked me to.” She said trying to make herself feel like she was dictating the situation. Whatever helps her I guess.

We got home and walked in as mom was putting the milk and coffee away.

” You forgot the eggs.” She glared at me in her raspy voice she got from smoking too much.
“Sorry, I dropped them.” I sat Leah’s book bag on the table and started going through it, looking for her homework. I always help Leah with her homework. Mom claims not to know anything she’s learning about so she doesn’t bother to try. Leah started making a sandwhich and mom came over and sat down in the chair in front of me.

“Sit.” She said quietly. Lecture time. “Look. I don’t ask you to do much, so when I do ask you something, I expect you to do it. How hard is it really, to go to the store and get some damn eggs. I mean, I asked you to do one thing, Rodney!”

I stopped what I was doing and I just looked at the table. “You know, mom,” I spoke calmly. “Leah doesn’t need a mom who practically smokes herself to dead every day and night. She needs someone to help her grow up. You know, some day I’m going to have to try and make something of my life instead of taking care of your child. I love Leah, but I can’t give her what she needs from her own mother. I’m only the big brother.” I looked at mom, her eyes started tearing up. I felt bad for what I said but I meant it. That’s why I feel bad. She flew out of the chair and slammed her hands on our table.

“Don’t you DARE tell me how to raise her! You grew up to be worthless.” She glared at me with pure anger raging in her. This side of her I’ve never before come in contact with. But her calling ‘me’ worthless? No. I’m the one with a job, and a car, and support my mother and my baby sister. I’m not like her.

“Unlike you, I take care of everything around here, so don’t call me worthless just because you have it so hard, I’m not the one that put you in this spot. You know sometimes I wish you would just smoke yourself to death. Just so you wouldn’t have to worry about us anymore.” I grabbed Leah’s book bag and went to Leah and I’s room. When mom and I start arguing she hides in our room and listens to my mp3 player so she doesn’t have to hear what we say. I don’t blame her.

I helped her with her homework, cooked her eggs and toast with the last two eggs in the kitchen with some toast and butter, and sent her to bed. I went out to the living room where mom was once again passed out on the couch. Her pipe in hand. I shook her a couple times, trying to wake her up.

“Mom. Get up. Let’s get you to bed.” I shook her, but nothing happened. Usually she springs up, and looks like she saw a ghost. But this time… there was nothing. I kept shaking her, harder and harder and still nothing worked. So I yelled, ” Get up, Rachel.” In her ear. My nose brushed against her ear, her skin was ice cold.

“Mom? Mom, wake up,” I grabbed her face in my and and shook it a little, her cheeks were faded of color, “Mom!” I yelled louder, my heart was racing, “Mom, I didn’t mean it wake up!” I laid my head on her chest and listened desperately for a heart beat. Nothing. “Mom, no, stay with me,” I opened her eye lids and looked for any sign that she’s still there, but I found nothing promising. I scrambled for my phone in my pocket and dialed 911 as fast as my fingers could manage. I’m not one to cry, but tears were pouring out my face. I heard our bedroom door open from behind me, and I turned back to Leah, still yelling, “Back in your room, Now, Lee! Shut the door and put your music on.”

“What’s wrong with mommy?” She rubbed her eyes and stood in the hallway confused. I jumped up and rushed over to her and put her on her bed and gave her the mp3 player, and told her to put the earphones in, and not to come out of the room no matter what. I held the phone back up to my ear as I left the room, shutting the door behind me. I rushed over to mom as I gave the Emergency operator my address and information. I held my mom in my hands, crying. I kept apologizing for everything. I hate myself. What have I done? I’m so sorry momma, I take it all back, everything I said, I wish you were back, Mom, please don’t leave me!” Five minutes later an ambulance showed up, and the medics evaluated her, to see if she had a pulse.

“It’s a faint heartbeat but she’s still alive.” The paramedic signaled to his friends to help lift her. They quickly strapped her to the bed and loaded her in the back of the ambulance. I grabbed Leah’s coat, and picked her up and put her in the ambulance with both me and mom. When she saw mom strapped down and a breathing mask strapped to her face, she stared at me for a long moment, then back at her. “Robby, is mommy really sick?” Her dark doe eyes stared into me, cutting holes in my chest. her thin blond hair was tangled and I could tell she was still half asleep. I couldn’t help but feel like this was all my fault. If I wouldn’t have said those things.. I almost lost my mom. The only person Leah can really look up to. Our family is small and broken. Leah and I have never met our father, and I almost took Leah’s mother away. She was mine too, but she was never really there for me. At least she pretends to care about Leah once in a while.

“Yeah, Lee, Mommy got real sick, so these nice people are going to help take care of mommy, so she can get better. We’re going with her so we can see her when she wakes up. And I couldn’t leave you home alone. ” I smiled faintly and rubbed her cheek. She got quiet and stared at her mother laying there, not saying a word.

Be careful what you wish for…

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